And it is here she travels, three steps from home. It is the land of lost, of wanderers and burdens pushed away by their societies. She enters here on occasion in a desperate need for brethren, craving the growth of her father's empire, needing loyal followers for her father's cause. And never does she find them, never does the see the untainted form of a brother or sister, always the mongrels, the sick and diseased who think that they are superior, that they are better. But it is not so, they are not the original. 

It is the equines, the barren children of the earth who came before the wings and the horns that tainted their blood. And those descendants she sought, the ones without impure proportions, those with a loyal heart and noble air. So she wandered, sneering at the fools who so heroically bring themselves forth to the unwanted, offering homes with mixed and mingled species, where you defend the pagasi and seek shelter with unicorns. Colt wrinkles her nose at the idea of ever sharing a home with something so gruesome, recalling with a sour expression her time in the Foothills, where she mingled with the diseases alike, called them her herdmates. But no more, that was a life she could not accept now, not with heirs who needed her devout attention. 

It is oh so fortunate for the Gunslinger that a lone golden brute has wandered into Helovia, and unbeknownst to him she is there, waiting. Steel sights are set only on him, unwavering in their cause to seek out the onyx marked stallion. Colt hums her approval as she gets closer, ignoring entirely the black pegasus that sought this stallion's company. She wanted to spit snide remarks, to tell her to scram because their talk was not for parasites. 

"Hello," she repeats the feathered woman's words, steel eyes working over the black and gold figure that she so courageously approached. She had a proposition for him, a call to arms against the species that try to oppress them, the lesser. "Mind me joining you two?" Her eyes flick over the mare, looking down (up) at her with distaste, showing no sign of her internal hatred for the mare with blue-tipped wings. "Did you travel far?" Colt's eyes drift over the bulky brute, flicking forward her ears and offering the closest to genuine smile she can as she addressed him. 
"TALK TALK TALK"