Her step away did little as the filly instantly took a step toward her and snorted. Kahlua's switched from laying back on her head to pointed toward the filly to swiveling about on her head, the mare unable to decide where she should keep them. She was frightened, yes, but for some reason the site of a filly being so angry and trying to be so threatening was comical to her. Sighing and shifting her body from side to side, Kahlua stepped back again as the filly stepped forward. Their dance must have looked strange, but the only thing Kahlua knew to keep her body safe was to keep her distance. As it was, the bruise on her side was throbbing for reprieve. She only wanted to go home, back to the place she loved.

As the filly looked up at her, Kahlua was surprised to find that the filly seemed to know the stallion's name. Midas? Kahlua was confused, having not heard the stallion say his name at all. Perhaps the filly had seen him before; Kahlua could not know for sure. Regardless of how the filly had known, Kahlua was growing weary of all the anger in the area. She was kind of heart, not meant for such chaos and evilness. She had received more than her fair share when she had sparred with Ricochet.

The one I murdered. The filly finished up her short speech, but it had little effect on the mare. She had been busy thinking to herself and had only partially processed the words. Perhaps it was better for the filly. Had Kahlua really been in a mind to, she would have taken the information directly back to Mirage. The Qian was no place for a murderous filly with an attitude problem- at least, as far as Kahlua knew. She would not want a horse such as this claiming to be from the Edge.

Had this filly really changed so much from when she had been introduced to the Edge, a sweet small thing that would barely talk? Kahlua shook her head, thinking she must be something missing from this picture as she looked down at the filly now. The murderous look in the young one's eyes frightened her, but it confused her more. “I don't think you're weak,” she said finally with a sigh and a shake of her head. She just wanted this all to be over. “I think you met an angry stallion and threw fuel on his fire of rage.” She was not smart enough to know that arguing with this filly was going to get her nowhere. Flicking her tail about her hocks, she hoped and prayed then that the filly would just leave. This day was tiring to her, the excitement was fading and bringing her back down to her world-wearied state. She was ready to trudge through the snow and darkness back to the Edge to take her rest.

@[Harmony]