Excerpt from creation thread:
Her body ached for reprieve, but the mare was determined to finish before the sunset. She was admittedly less than excited to make a gift for the monsters whom had so cruelly invaded her home, but creating the creature was a compulsion she could not deny. Perhaps some of her own feelings had clouded her judgment, but for the Basin she had a special animal. A scorpion. While the other three creations had been made of glass as clear as the stillest pond, the fogs seemed to take almost a mind of their own as they mixed and mingled with some of the blue stones that Kahlua had found on her travels. The end result was a creature that almost seemed black in the darkening sky, blue stone eyes matching the color of the rest of the sculpture.
Inspiration


The girl's basket seemed to grow in weight as she moved through the icy land. The closer she got to her group's supposed destination, the more her heart seemed to beat with fear. These unicorns had attacked their home, one of them had attacked her. Was she really coming here? Was she really walking right into the door of death? Taking a few deep breaths, Kahlua unsuccessfully tried to steady her nerves. But what her own strengths failed to do, the strengths of others could certainly accomplish. Looking back, she found the trio of horses that were helping her in this suicide mission. And while she could not talk to them with the basket in her mouth, she was glad to have them here anyway. She likely would have turned tail and run the other way already, if she was by herself. They gave her strength when she had none of her own.

With every step that she took further into the snowy wasteland, Kahlua's disbelief seemed to grow. Though she trusted Aaron's directions to be true and lead her to the place she was compelled to be, she was in awe that anyone would choose to live in such a depressing location. Even with the unbearably strong heat that was warming the Edge all summer, the land was still cold and frosted. The girl could hardly wrap her head around it. Not surprising for her, of course. Perhaps there was some metaphor between the icy cold of their homeland and the icy cold of their cruel, warrior hearts. If there was, Kahlua did not see it. She was no scholar, simply a child in a mare's body.

And then finally, she stopped. A funnel-like narrowing between the mountains seemed to lead away into the land was before her. This was the place, though she did not enter it. Despite many of her other childish qualities, she was respectful of borders. This was where Aaron had said they were going. She shuddered again as she lowered her basket to the ground, the blue scorpion sculpture sitting within it. At the peak of it's curled tail, the thing would have just touched Kahlua's belly. Whinnying out, Kahlua winced as her voice echoed through the mountainous chain. Would it wake every unicorn within the wasted walls? She hoped not. “WE.... w- we are...” The girl tried to speak, but she found her voice would not come. Fear was shaking her heart and she backed up, hoping to be nearer to her friends and guard. We are here in peace, we are here to deliver a gift, we are wishing to speak to your leaders. Any of them would have worked, but the girl could not make the words come. So instead she looked from Aaron to Quilyan to Destrier, hoping one of them would find words where she could not.


OOC| @[Aaron], @[Destrier] and @[Quilyan] first unless they note otherwise. Preferably for the Basin leaders, but others that have a reason to be here are welcome as well.