“I read about you, you know.” It’s how Leyha announces her presence, no greeting necessary as she’s certain the other woman will remember her. The manticore has always left a big impression in her wake, even in her days as a succubus. “About Valkyries.” It had been a trip down a rabbit hole, as the internet says. The accounts of humans cannot be trusted, of course, but the easy access of information online from the little cellular device Phobetos had given her cannot be beaten. “Do you have a winged horse here? I would like to see it.” Her eyes dance around the stable, thoroughly unimpressed to see what looks like all completely normal steeds. ( @vclkyric​ )