A final woman arrives, wings adorning her body along with an entire array of the evening sky. Illynx looks upon her purple and rather pretty exterior with the same loathing she always feels for the winged creatures, but another sensation of writhing envy burns in her heart and leaves her feeling rather sour towards the newest addition. Taking a breath, she glances over to Arah for but a moment before returning her focus to the other mare, as it seemed she had much to offer to the situation.

It is all the Lady has to maintain an appearance of nonchalance, but she somehow attains it; this is not the place or time for the rancorous sounds of her racist desires, or the childish ego that accompanies it, and even foolish Illynx knows this. Either way, it seems that they have a fine set of workers, the pretty pegasus sending a shimmering, elegant wall that is seemingly the same light show that flickers above the Basin; more jealousy broils in her belly.

Who the fuck is this woman, she thinks as the action begins to unfold, and why is she not already in the prison upon the mountain?

She then remembers the absence of Psyche, her ill suited replacement – and sighs softly, stepping towards the waters and gathering her mental will to herself as she had been practicing ever since discovering that the disease had left her warped in some way. The sparks rise along the length of her horn, golden and white as the platinum band wrapped about her leg and the amulets dangling from her neck.

The cries of the white pegasus mare are barely heard, the further explanations given by the starry mare a whisper over her focus. She can sense that whatever these things are in the water, they know the end is coming for them – and there is little time to act. She does not need the weak winged creature’s shrill cries to know this.

The bolt strikes where she wants it to, as it always does now that she has worked on it some, though at first she had met disastrous ends – her forelock is singed as is her muzzle and parts of her face, and there are many more black marks down in the caverns they’d hidden in then there once had been.

Again and again, she sends the volatile electricity into the water, hoping to watch the little devils die with more vengeance than even they perhaps deserve.

She’s off putting a lot of aggression on the whelps, after all, for the sake of the ladies helping her.