A suitable creature for the Basin, he mused and Kahlua couldn't help but smirk a little bit, even to her own dismay. Change didn't happen overnight, after all. And while she was trying very hard, had set her mind to the task with vehemence, it did not make her a saint among horses. She was still fallible, still impressionable and still, somewhere in the very back recesses of her mind, still thought of the unicorns as frightening beasts that required caution and a gentle had, patience and persistence. The scorpion was suitable, indeed.

Admittedly, working with company was so much better than working alone. Plus, it was encouraging to have the stallion's rapt attention when she, albeit ineloquently, explained the process of melting the glass, and everything else. The juxtaposition of the two horses was a fine example of what greatness was able to be achieved with working together. The girl herself was the artistic side, the beauty, of their calling. And Dragomir? He was the brain, the logic, the scientist. Together they could make a trojan horse if they needed- the finest of gifts to be given to their enemies, but a beast indisguise.

Yes, perhaps together, they could see to it that the meek inherited the world, that the simple crafters would rise to the top and brilliant, useful members of society. If only Kahlua's strange desire for recognition, for power, involved a more ruthless technique.

And then a new tone in his voice, one she had not been graced with before- one she had not even heard in Fuhrer's voice, except perhaps when they were very, very young. And this made her truly smile. Because, for the first time, Dragomir was entirely separate from her brother. There was no longer that odd hint in the back of her mind that Dragomir was Fuhrer in disguise, that the gods had morphed Fuhrer's body and mind to come haunt her while she yet lived, that Fuhrer would shed Dragomir's flesh and stand before her in all his royal glory again. No, he was simply Dragomir, acolyte crafter, and the girl's work slowed for a moment as she reveled in the realization.

But it sped up again in time, as she grew used to the new tone and as he asked her questions of her craft that she had no earthly right being asked, let alone being expected to answer. Some teacher. And did she have any idea how hard diamond glass would be? No, not really, but she obliged him with an excited laugh and tried to imagine it. “It would be brilliant for the warriors,” she offered with genuine interest, then, as she remembered how much energy it had taken to temper Kaj's chainmail to a hardness she thought would resist damage. And even then, she wasn't sure it would hold up against all damage. “We'll have to find diamonds and try it sometime,” though she did not know where they would get them.

And if only the girl knew about Dragomir's transgressions- what would she say of him then. That he was a monster like the unicorns of the North? Ah, but she did not, and so she was only pleased when the stallion agreed to the venture. “Thank you,” she murmured in time, not realizing any of the dilemma that she had put the stallion in.

And for a while time flowed on, the thing molding and shifting, until the creation was done and she let it fall gently to the floor beneath their hooves. It looked a little large for a foal, perhaps- but how much time did Kahlua spend with young children? And besides, he would have to grow... right? The weariness in her bones was nothing like what had been felt after the glass wall, after Dragomir had nearly had to drag her away from the thing to safety, and since she could still walk steadily, she moved past the glass chainwork to Dragomir's side, nudging his neck if he would let her, and letting her voice dance out again. “Well, what do you think?”