She arrived alongside Deimos quickly after the call was sounded, her graceful and feminine frame slipping in to the left and a fair distance from the somber black unicorn. She had never felt at ease in his presence, much rather like she was stuck in the company of a dead man walking; he exuded an aura that was discomfiting and she would rather not be near him any longer than never. However, certain responsibilities called to her in this situation, and despite her crawling skin as she settled to a halt, she wore her usual soft and smug smile, her crown angled on a gracefully arched neck, gold dipped limbs effortlessly swaying to their own unique tempo. To any on lookers, the Lady was at home alongside the Reaper, all of her discomfort hidden beneath her gleaming veneer of confidence.

Curiously she watched him from the corner of her eye as the others arrived; it was unlike the cryptic General to call meetings, especially ones in which it seemed he would be speaking. They hadn't met to discuss this particular moment, but she trusted Psyche to make the right decisions and that this, while odd, had a true purpose. Still, and it was not the he was not normally full of a confidence as she herself was, the black seemed to be full of more self importance than usual. A figurative brow arched on her delicate features as she looked at him, turning her gaze away only to watch the myriad unicorns of the mountain arriving at their hooves.

They were splendid; it was a vision she never grew tired of, their horned figures slipping through the cold valley. But for a few flawed pieces in the army, they were all whole and well suited to her dreams of a purified world, a place where only the unicorns walked the soil of Helovia and she, proud and unbroken, reigned over them with a thoughtful eye.

All dreams were swept away under a violent current, however, when Deimos announced himself as Lord.

Her stomach and teeth simultaneously clenched, her sharpened gaze swivelling hatefully to glare upon the ebony male; that he worded the exchange of positions as Psyche simply abandoning her post made too many alarms rise within herself. Her friend, of all things, was loyal to her people and her cause, and to cast aside the crux of that power so easily seemed entirely out of the Empress' list of character traits. Liably convinced to give it away, she thought to herself, her gaze narrowed hatefully as he continued to speak as if he hadn't just alerted the entire herd to his treacherous ways. Her tongue ached between clenched teeth, her lengthy black tail snapping several times at her haunches in sheer irritation at the man, her heart longing to find its rightful place alongside her beloved Lady Psyche and before the Basin herd - not here, next to this homicidal, antisocial, and creepy man.

"The Lord Deimos speaks many truths," she sarcastically added in after his words had closed, her gaze glancing breifly out at her kin before continuing to bore hatefully into his flesh. That she was terrified of him did little to ease her disgust in this moment, her ears pressed firmly against the top of her head though she had tried to remain calm and impassive. "But one not stated - where is Pysche?" her golden eyes dug into him, whether he would look at her or not, "Not a one who knows of her fervor for this herd believes that she merely handed you her crown, General, I least of all." Little did she know that most of her wrath should be reserved for another man who had been present at the exchanging of crowns, one who quietly may be observing her words even now; still, she pressed her anger upon the Reaper, her body turning a partial step about to strike fires at him from the embers of her eyes. "Why is it that the loyal General now wears a crown, and it's predecessor is not even present to defend your rights to wear it? Where is the Empress, Deimos?" Her words had grown into a hiss, tail writhing behind her in irritation as her features proudly turned away from the disdainful sight of the former General, her eyes once more finding her herd staring, she could only assume, at the ongoing drama.

"I am sure you each care not for our arguements. And so let us continue, despite my disgust with our newest Lord," no motion was spared the male, Illynx simply looking ahead with rage still nestled in all the parts of her face that she had not managed to ease back into her soft and grand expression of leadership; he didn't deserve any more of her time. "As it is known, the position of Haruspex lies open. It has been decided that to take the place of old Myrddin, Huyana will now gaze upon the mirror of Lord Time." She looked to the roan, her smile true and proud as she nodded her congratulations to the quiet mare before she continued on in her list of events, "As previously stated, many ranks lie open. We are in need of a qualified mender, as well as corporals and... apparently, a general." Again she refrained from looking at the treacherous bastard alongside her, all ties of loyalty to her best friend pushing him figuratively off the end of the earth at this particular moment. "I should also like to increase our knowledge. Recording stories, improving the cave systems to better house our people, a system of growing food to avoid the starvation we felt in the lightless winter. Too well do we understand the bitterness of cold; I would like to combat this. Any and all who feel they may help in this venture, please contact one of the herd leaders with your ideas."