Mara felt immediate relief when she'd boarded Calypso and took to the air. Her pegasus seemed relieved herself to see Mara. Calypso had nearly swooped down on her, practically ramming into her at full speed and nuzzling her head into the girl's hands.
"I'm alright, we're okay," she'd assured the graceful beast.
It'd taken a few minutes to settle her, but once Calypso had calmed they were off into the skies.
And all was normal.
Mara indulged herself in the cool rush of wind as they soared. She gripped Calypso's reigns until her knuckles turned white. The pegasus's caramel hair swished in the breeze, flying back against Mara's chest and tickling her chin. She stroked the mare's long neck as she guided her.
Below her Chrom and Aria rode on Aria's horse, Hadley—a majestic black stallion with a white snout and feet (a trait supposedly associated with good luck). On occasion she would see a tiny figure glance up to see if she was still following. Mara admitted she wanted nothing more than to pull around Calypso's reigns and fly away, but something kept her at bay. Something inside her wanted to see her "home", and see where she was supposed to "belong". So she followed.