A masculine voice drifted across the open air of the valley, drawing the golden horned head of Illynx from her grazing alongside the still waters of the lake in between the entryway and it's southern shore. She spotted the figure circling through the pristine sky, his body a pure white traced with copper splashes, wings holding him afloat in the sky; her inner alarms sound, ears savagely meeting her poll as a visceral snort escapes her nostrils, mouth a line of hatred as she moves towards the gateway. It was not the pegasus that had spoken - the sound had not ushered down to her from the clouds, and this could only mean that he was not alone. The wench spots Deimos travelling towards the source of the disruption, apparently closer to the slender path than she had been, instantly increasing her pace from a long-limbed trot into a canter, her stream-lined frame arriving to the gathering of their foes clustered so arrogantly at their doorstep. She was hesitant to assume that they were here for merely peaceful purposes, but that they remained stationed outside the invisible wall that defined their borders held her rancor in check well enough to suit a conversation scant of screaming; an unusual occurrence for the hateful bitch, who's gut began to churn instantly at the sight of three equines framed by the splendor of their mountain.

Why? inquired her fellow leader, his own face a mask of revulsion and contempt for these fools at their doorstep. The sight of the crystalline basket at the hooves of the overo mare drew her interest quickly, the woman too preoccupied with the shining of the object itself and the black, glistening insect that lie within it to notice that she had met the Glazier before. That it was not the diamond hue of the basket was equally curious, it's form so deeply blue as to be black, a shade that reminded her of the indigo of the midnight sky; it pained her to see her Goddess of the night presented on such a hideous and detestable creature as a scorpion, but she also found it's lines to be flawless and smooth. Despite her disgust with their flawed faces, she looked with a mild admiration upon the one who had held the basket - the smile that bloomed upon her lips was quite unkind when she realized who it was that had brought them this trinket.

"We meet again, River Walker," she poisonously cooed as the pegasus's voice fell down in reply to Deimos, suddenly catching on as to the figure that had been presented to them; how very fitting indeed, to bring a creature seemingly small and insignificant, capable of killing a hundred foes with the venom in it's gleaming barb. The overo was without her former companion this time, the men she had chosen to accompany her obviously more adept at their field of protection than the daft man had been. She had warned him to run, hadn't she?

Her laughter came amused and unbidden before she even began to speak, the daftness of arriving the herd of the enemy with presents in teeth so fitting of the idiotic woman who had brought it to them. Stepping forward and giving a calming look to Deimos that promised explanations later, she lowered her gaze to more closely observe the gift which she had carried to the mountain, finding not a single flaw for which to mock the girl's ego with. "You are quite talented," she mused as she looked it over even as the compliment attempted to lodge itself in her throat, it's glinting eyes alluring to the woman who wore the same gems on all of her platinum trinkets, "I would not have expected such things from a girl who does not run when a wolf bites at her heels."

Suspiciously her gaze was lifted from her second look at the object, golden eyes narrowed as she looked upon the triage of equines for any sign of secondary purpose. "It is only a gift?" she inquired, returning her main focus to the maker of the thing as she mildly knew who she was in comparison to the other freaks huddled at their doorstep, even though she had not been the one to speak at first.