“You,” he spat, the hatred evident in his voice. The thestral hovered in the air for a few moments before landing deftly on the ground. Her lunar armour was resplendent in the sunlight, the soft purples of the segmented plate that protected her back and flanks accented by the heavier, darker purple gorget around her long neck. Distinctive, moveable pauldrons stylised to resemble small wings guarded her withers, and a light chain hauberk was visible in between the spaces of her plate. Her legs were relatively unprotected by comparison, with the exception of light schynbalds just above her armoured boots. Four long, sharp blades could be seen on her forehooves, currently raised up and at rest. Stellar looked up at him from under her crested helm, careful to tilt her head in such a way to prevent being blinded should he stand in the light. “You dare.”