It had been his assumption that their dear Haruspex was the only one with clouded sight in the Basin. It seemed he was wrong.

Crowley watched with blatant revulsion as the young filly went careening into the Corporal, after having slipped up on some ice. Granted, the footing was not the greatest in some parts of the Basin, but... seriously? It took every ounce of his being to keep from snapping at the filly for her childish move, but somehow, he managed to keep quiet.

Talbot, however, watched with his head tilted to the left, curious as the what exactly what was going on. His tail began to wag from side to side in a fit of excitement when he saw that the filly was looking at him, and he gave a whine, displaying his obvious want to bolt forward and try to play with her. A strict, mental 'no' from his bonded kept him in place, though. "He is a Hellhound," Crowley spoke up at the spotted girl's question, watching with a narrowed gaze as she soon looked away from Talbot, almost appearing suddenly sick. What the hell?

First impressions were taken at high value in the eyes of the Weaver, and so far, this new, strangely colored mare with a moon upon her hip, was not winning over his good side. However, he mentally shrugged off the mare's bitchy attitude, listening to her lazy voice speak up. She didn't even seem like she wanted to be here; why had she come? And of course they were all of the Basin; they weren't just a bunch of unicorns that gathered every other night to play games and pick on the local hornless.

He was about to say those very words when a familiar voice caught his ears, and instantly, he took a deep breath to douse his fiery words. The one that had spoken his name was their dear leader, the Crux herself, Psyche. Her words were as sickeningly sweet as ever, but they still managed to pull the Weaver's lips back in a wicked smile. Instead of speaking, he simply gave their leader a respectful nod of his head and allowed her to take over the situation, but he stood where he was in case he was further needed.

He truly wished that he could speak with the Empress alone some day, perhaps to formulate some sort of plan with the dark mare. But maybe another day.