Obviously she did not hide her fear very well, based upon the fact that all three of the stallions that were with her immediately came to stand beside her. With Aaron and Alanna on one side and Destrier and Suli on the other, however, the girl felt safer. This feeling was increased by the soft thud of Quilayn's hooves, certainly with Zarina in tow, as he landed and then moved towards them. She was glad her brothers had so eagerly volunteered for this mission. Certainly she would never have been brave enough to come here on her own. Don't fret, Destrier offered, and Kahlua smiled in return, trying to touch her nose to his neck in the way of thanks. Breath, she reminded herself, though her lungs were chilled to the core by the icy winds and icy souls that inhabited this place.

As Destrier found the words that she could not Kahlua bobbed her head a few times in agreement, although only her herd mates were there to see. Of course, it did not take long for their numbers to increase. The mere presence of the midnight monster caused the girl to stiffen and freeze. His monstrous horn, tipped in blue, sent a shiver down her spine and she stepped closer to Aaron, trying to press her side against his own, desiring to feel the comfort of another's warmth. The girl could not understand the cold calculation in the Reaper's eyes as he stared down at her creation. All the imagined symbols that ran through the beasts mind had never touched the girls. She had been called to create the thing with no input for her own, addled mind. The images for each of the herds had come to her in her sleep. And, though it had not been divine intervention, the girl had felt it was and created the images as they came to her, no arguments, no questions, no thoughts of meaning until afterward.

Why? His voice sent shivers anew down her spine. Though she could not have named the feeling if asked, she felt the death that dripped from him in a way that made her fear for her life. His blue gaze, harsh the northern ice, made her avert her gaze to the ground even as a familiar face, name unknown, arrived before her. Quilyan's answer to the Reaper's question was better than any words she would have been able to form at this point, and so she was grateful for his intervention. Why hadn't she just sent the creature on with the warriors and stayed home? More and more, it seemed that would have been the better option.

Still, the girl was unable to ignore the way her gold-dipped attacker marveled at her creation and so, for the slimmest of instants, the girl felt her heart swell and a smile twitch at her lips. If nothing else, she was good at her trade and she was always glad when others noted it. Of course, it took nothing but the acrimonious words of Illynx to make Kahlua's smile fade away. River Walker. She shivered and the queen laughed. Fitting. Still, as Illynx crept forward, the painted girl found the strength to grab the statue in her teeth and pull it from the basket. Setting on the ground, closer to the three lords of the land, Kahlua quickly skittered back. “Just a gift,” she murmured as quietly as possible in affirmation of Illynx's question. Was it really so hard to accept such a thing? “Just an offering of continued peace,” she finished, but even as she said it she looked to her three guardians to make sure she was saying the right thing.

Yet, while she wished to drop her eyes, she could not. There was a third unicorn, one who had yet to speak, with a noisy contraption that would have intrigued the playful girl's heart if she was not still fearing death or worse. So, it does nothing.” She flickered her ears about her nervously as she raised her head to meet his gaze. “Wha- What would it d-?” Her nervous words stopped short as silver came up through the earth. The stallion's work? She watched with eager eyes, her nervousness fading as the time passed and the thing came to life. She stepped forth, amazed by the work. Never did it occur to her useless mind that the stallion was mocking her. Her nose lowered, trying to touch the thing as it passed, ears falling backwards for a moment at the whining but otherwise surprisingly trusting of the stallion's creation. Poor, simple girl. Looking back to the black and bronze beast, a smirk twitched at the corner of her lips. “For me? How does it know where to go?”