He was trying to figure out whether he hated this or not—part of him wanted to grumble, mutter curses, complain, and just park in the meadow when everyone went away because it was empty then.. at times like this, Helovia seemed cramped, when everyone had turned out to do these.. missions. Quests. Things. And to be fair, he wanted to hate it, but he couldn't. Why?

Because Elding made him have way, wayyy, waaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy too much fun.

There was just something about the way she was, so.. raw; yelling wasn't his cup of tea, but it made him feel alive, careless, reckless, all the things he had never been... It made the darkness more distant, and if it wasn't because buckets he probably would've pranced around and bucked on the way north. There was just something in him that wanted out.

"Hey!" he yelled, dropping the bucket at his feet as he ducked his head—what the fuck had he walked into? Sacrilege and violation, someone blowing part of the Arch up. It felt as wrong as when Elding had been blowing that crystal cave to pieces. It seemed like the mouthy filly was to blame as she was talking, and further in the cave he saw, of all the grumpy bastards, Deimos. For a split second Mauja tried to make eye contact, and nod at him, but this spitfire kid needed a good lesson first.

This—this was what he meant, with that careless, reckless shit. Normally Mauja would've just stared icily, maybe not even cared, or at least just known silent that he was better, but he was riding some kind of high and it demanded that he do something.

Besides, he was pretty sure he'd get a few bruises from all that falling ice.

"Idiot," he snapped, but he wasn't surprised. Mostly everyone was stupid. "I will always have the most ice." What a.. not-so-impressive thing to say. But in the moment he hadn't found anything better to say, and it was so incredibly petty that it was at least three miles beneath him but fuck it—this, this was the effect Elding had on him.

And in less than a heartbeat, the cave floor erupted with ice spikes, all thin and deadly, but none spawned beneath someone—much as he wanted to impale the girl and leave her here to contemplate her arrogant assitude (becase, y'know, ass + attitude? yeah), but.. he figured Earth wouldn't approve of him murdering someone on his quest.

So he settled with just showing off, before muttering, picking up his bucket, and spawning it full of small ice crystals.

Take that, bitch.