Atalanta could hear a familiar voice, along with a light, young voice. Walking over, she stared at the phoenix and, more importantly, the unicorn foal that was next to her. "Dawn?" She cried, racing over and stopping a yard away from the filly.
(Atalanta is Dawn's aunt {I thought it might spice it up})
(Atalanta is Dawn's aunt {I thought it might spice it up})