[And so an old legend returned. Perhaps back in the flesh. perhaps not. It was hard to tell now-a-days if dreams had become reality. Or simply were illusions of insanity. But no..This charred figurine that simply stood gazing 'pon the little flock without a twinge of empathy was no mere image. Perhaps it was misery or self-loathing that had kept her away. Or brought her back. Or perhaps it was the little conversations about her and her ivory kin that brought her forth from the shadows. Mere whispers of her name stirring her in her sleep. But for whatever reason she returned in all her glory. Looking the same as she had done ages ago, sleek and slender, raven wings nestled against her ebon' scales. Crimson optic's alight with the sacred fire that rarely dimmed. They flickered in acknowledgment as the slightest dip of chiseled cranium pursued]

Greetings.

[A smirk played at the corner of the sable's lips. A smile she kept to herself. For the moment]