The nip of the injured mare to your nose does not faze you. She may think herself too small or unimportant to start a war over, but you know more than she does. You know that she is special... important. With the disappearance of your phantom seeker, she is the only thing in this herd that you truly care for. But you have never coddled your friends or treated them to kindness when they deserve otherwise. You bare your teeth back at her before whirling away, a promise to make her hurt more if she does not share the name with you soon. The Glass Horn's warning means little to you as you are certain it would only a small task to brush her aside and go.

The arrival of the healer does nothing to calm your frayed, chaotic nerves. She has no faith in herself, and so you have no faith in her. Irritably, you snap her way, “If you're so unsure of yourself then you shouldn't be the fuckin' healer.” Your words are venomous, meant to bite, meant to spur her on, meant to make her try harder. As a warrior, you do not do the best you can and make no promises. You do the best you can and promise to win, to destroy, to conquer. You promise to succeed in your ventures. And, when the vines and water have cleared, you can only scowl. Whatever tenuous relationship you had been growing with the healer slips out the window. “Where's the real doctor... WHERE'S THE REAL DOCTOR?!” You want to scream, eyes rolling wildly as you try to find Reizend. You do not know her name, but you know her power as she has healed you before. You trust her where you no longer trust Kiara to be useful. And though the injury is likely out of any healer's hands, you are a grieving friend filled with irrational thoughts.

The only thing that stops you screaming is the Glass Horn's voice. You care little for what she thinks is in your best interest, but before you can tell her such you are turning towards Elsa. It is lucky she has distracted you, for you are more than ready to crush Seele and Kiara in this moment. In your head, destruction solves everything. But whatever hatred you have instantly acquired for Kiara grows ten-fold when Elsa says that her pain is (in some way) the healer's fault.

And then you have a name, a location. Oh, Snowflake has been so very helpful... you could kiss her. But you do not revel in the destruction that is to come, because it will in no way make up for the destruction that has been wrought upon the snowy pegasus. “He can't hurt me worse then he already has,” you hiss, the quiet in your voice sounding as dangerous as your earlier screaming. You do not fear for your life, do not fear for your safety. You have been affronted, accosted and you will not stand idly by, though it seems that Seele means to you.

“Fuck you and your magic,” you whirl back towards her. She knows nothing of the magic you have gained, but you will not hesitate to use it on her if she assaults you in her own way. Oh, to see the look on her face as she gasps for oxygen, struggling to breath, able to take in air but not able to let it flow to her muscles and make her strong. Oh, to see the bitch panic. You would love that day. You go on a rant, not unlike the rant that you gave Eris some seasons back. “You stand here talking politics and semantics. Why does he want the children? Does it matter? Will it matter why when the Basin think us weak because they can attack one of our own and get away with it? Will it matter why when their hoards come crashing down here to chase us from our home and know that we will not respond?” You continue pacing, your body a foamy mess from the heat and your rage. “An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind doesn't mean a damn thing when you're the first one blind. They've insulted us and you want to talk feelings and reasons like we're the damned Edge. Grow a backbone, bitch queen. The gods may have given you this land, but mortals will take it from you if you don't act like you deserve it.”

And though your words are cruel and rude, you are not part of her council for no reason. If she can dig through your anger, wade through your frustration, she may yet find good advice. Just like you did not coddle Elsa, you will not coddle the Necromancer. You can only hope she is not too high and mighty, not too full of herself, to realize that. Although you wouldn't put it past her, her ego is outlandish at times. A massive downfall of her personality, if anyone should care to hear your opinion on the mater.

@[Elsa] @[Kiara]