His reasoning for the thing was sound; she herself had grown weary of stragglers walking into their midst, and with such a rabid beasts as Deimos loose among them, she worried for the security of their already precarious political position should any other hornless turn up dead outside their doorway. If the Engineer might be able to construct something to keep them from getting in so far as to rouse the Reaper’s anger, she would rest with more ease and travel with no frets for what damage would ensue while she was away.

She smiled at the loose ended insult of the man, mind bringing forth images of various hornless intruders, including the latest company of those who’d brought them the scorpion. A nod is spared in agreement, the Lady taking another long look at the thing as he expressed his concerns for how it failed to be perfect.

She agrees with him, quietly. A thoughtful mumble is made from her lips as she circles around it once again after being asked for her suggestions – the only immediate response that she can provide is that she, too, would be quite annoyed to have to pause and ask for entry into her kingdom of unicorns.

Kingdom of unicorns, her mind repeats.

Now there is an idea she can run with.

She has seen some of the man’s talents in action, featured in both his mechanical hound and the strange creature he had designed from scratch for the Glazier of the Edge. Her smile comes suddenly and with much devious glitter, her movements around the metal halting in the same moment as her grin’s appearance, golden eyes shooting to the mad machinist with enthusiasm writ all across her body and face.

"Could you perhaps form unicorn guardians?" she demanded more than asked, the questioning lilt mostly lost in the rush of words from her lips, "Motion and sound sensitive, which could be… taught to recognize those who belong." She wasn’t sure how to word the programming that would go into the thing – her knowledge in the departments of science and machinery didn’t stretch much further than her own short sighted ego.

But she could see them in her mind’s eye, gleaming and suspended in fierce postures along either side of the entryway, the metallic shimmer of their bodies a warning most effective fi she had ever heard of one. "I would think two, one on either side of the path. I suppose they would have to emit warning sounds, perhaps even assault on their own?" Realizing she was racing ahead of herself, she bashfully tilts her head to the side, her smile loosening in it’s deranged happiness to question softly with broad, golden eyes. "If such things are possible, of course. I do not claim to be any good at crafting robotics."

There was a river once,
with many round stones
enchanted by shallow hopes
of embracing the ocean;
water is peculiar this way,
how its life is a line
that cannot bend or change
without the approval of its bed.