"There is no need," Scree responded, horror leaking into her voice, "you cross many lines mare, this is not something to be played with. Death is permanent, holds a permanence that nothing else does. That is the way of the world." Her voice was softer now. She had not lost anything but her half formed child, and she knew that it would have sickened her to see even that dead thing walking and animated by some black magic.
Monsters, she was facing one and she was afraid. Fear, an emotion that had not gripped her since her youth. She struggled with it, seeking to cast it off. Finally, her internal struggle forgotten, she straightened and looked the mare in the eye, meeting those curious orange, triangular things with her own chocolate orbs.
"I fear that which is unnatural, incomplete that may make me, but if so I prefer to remain incomplete. I do not understand your magic, mare, and I do not care to. Now, if you are quite done with your...pet," the mare paused and continued on, "perhaps we can be civil with each other?" It was a desperate hope, but Scree was tired of playing the frightened filly. She had a mission to accomplish, and this mare was not helping.