Or at least it was her time to begin meeting other supreme unicorns. Thank the moon goddess that some scummy equine was bestowed upon her to advertise their filthy herd. Standing stone still for moments more, a rigid mask upon her face, it melted off, as she parted her mouth. A booming whinny exited, summoning whomever to come be of some company. Interacting with fellow unicorns would be good, and especially to spread the idea of being the best race to those pansies who wanted to adore equines and filthy pegasi. Valhalia loathed those beings. Loathed them completely.
A strong wind blew by, ruffling up her lengthy mane, billowing it around in its caressing touch. It blew in front of her eyes, and the mare expectantly waited, knowing someone would come, as they always had in the past. The woman meant business and would only wait for a slow while before she finally got fed up with impatience.