"The inside of your mind must be a terrible place..

In Cosette's disdain, her attention was yet again drawn back to Erebos. Gold eyes regarded him with a mildly intrigued, yet concealed, look as she surveyed his apparently change in outward emotions once he was put to the task of melting snow. The boy - who earlier gallivanted into the clearing displaying nothing more than an overly frivolous nature - went from being almost immature, to puffing his chest with overflowing confidence. All witty comebacks to the little snot of the mare were swept aside, as her attention focused solely on Erebos.

As he prepared his show, the Gold squared her feet; a habit that, in the next few seconds, she was thankful for. The air sparked and lit up; the lovely warmth of fire flared, catching onto all it could ignite as it devastated not only the snow, but the already-dying foliage that lay beneath it, in a tight circle around the vain mare.

Intrigue swept over her features in the subtlest of manners: golden trimmed ears perked up atop her head, gilded eyes following the trail of flames to the young boy. There, they rest, nearly boring a hole into him as thoughts churned inside her head. The very corner of her lips twitched upwards; it was an almost miniscule show of... happiness? devious thoughts? ... that could be so easily missed, as the Gold smite the expression, her features returning neutral in a mere split second.

This is why everyone spoke so highly of this place.. The Gold mare - vain, petulant, and almost intolerable on the outside - had a sudden spark that ignited her soul. While she seems so cold, so horrible, there were intentions and deeper meanings other than just her precious looks; things she didn't speak of, but thought so often of.

Her eyes left Erebos, and looked down to her feet. There the foliage and grass lay shriveled and black; the Gold extended a hoof, and drug it across the veritable black circle of casualty. The grass - hot and melting - smeared into a streak of vile sludge, as the rank smell of smoke wafted up to the mare. So it's not an illusion, like the doubters spoke of... well, I'll certainly be damned.

She was ripped from her thoughts by a horrid squeal, followed quickly by a lukewarm wave of water impacting her skin, which twitched at the sensation. Unamused eyes drew from their study of the devastation Erebos wrecked, to the still unnamed mare, Enna. There was no anger in her stare, like the brat most likely expected; instead, it was replaced by indignant pity.

"Oh, my sympathy goes to you then, dear.. I assumed only fillies were startled by fire." The words were intended to sting in all the right ways, as that was all the fleeting attention she gave the Brat (which she would, henceforth, refer to her as) before turning her gaze elsewhere. Surely the antlered mare would have thought that getting the Gold wet would cue the end of all times... and if that was the case, she would be sorely mistaken. Hell, at this point, the Gold was tempted to join the Brat's herd simply to spite her... if any one collection of souls could tolerate the antlered mare enough to actually have her as part of a herd, that is. But such was a fleeting thought, as it might not behoove her in the long run to be so catty.

Her attention was drawn to everyone's respective descriptions of their lands. They spoke of things she expected them to - of hot springs, of lakes, of trees and beaches and vastness... for in all her vanity, she must come off as someone who is only concerned with the physical. However, if that is what people truly anticipated of her, she was honestly fine with them never knowing any of her other intentions.

The Gold took it all in, her silence quite deafening, if such a statement made any sense... And in her silence, the hoof that had smeared the dead foliage Erebos created was involuntarily dipped into the puddles of water surrounding her. Keeping herself clean might as well be a reflex by now, and she spent the next few seconds wiping the black sludge of former life off... onto the not-completely dead grass directly at her feet, all the while continuing to listen to Erebos, in his fervor to describe the Basin. "Sounds pleasant," she spoke, but then her eyes wandered over to Tembovu, as he swiftly corrected Erebos's description. A smile cracked her usually expressionless lips, coupled with a slight nod to the Giant showing her true appreciation of his honesty. She quite hated snow; that was apparent by now. And while Erebos had good intentions, she was sure, the colt's main intention was most likely to impress, and gloss over otherwise unsavory features of his land.

Mesec's description of Dragon's Throat was a lot like what she expected. It was warm... all year round, which meant that in the summer it must be absolutely scorching. The hybrid only confirmed her expectations with his next sentence, which was met with a well-intentioned chuckle. "Sounds nice, yet... toasty. So the name definitely does hint at what it's like to live there, does it not?" Her eyes met his, and if he felt his nervousness had started to show, it'd really come out with her stare. While her words were complacent and sweet (if such a word could be used to describe her), her gaze was quite deadpan.

But despite her expressionless stare, her ears twitched at the mention of ranks. Something obviously caught her attention, as her head tilted a minute degree and she continued on where her thoughts left off, "Oh? And what types of ranks lie within the Dragon's Throat?"

Tembovu and Mesec, out of the four in front of her, seemed to have the most manners. While this was not a requirement of the Gold's, it was certainly nice, especially with the "one" out of the four showing the exact opposite. Her attention wandered from the Hybrid, to the Giant that took his turn in speaking of his land: the World's Edge... Certainly another unique name. But it was not just his manners that drew her attention; his description of his land was much more frank and to the point. Not only did he speak of the physical, but like Mesec's description of the Throat, what truly caught her attention was his mention of ranks.

Specifically the indication of rebuilding ranks, which hinted at some form of absence within them. The Gold certainly may come off as egocentric and look-obsessed, but nothing ignited her inner fire more than a purpose that she could control. She felt her thoughts tugging her more towards the World's Edge... a good medium, in climate and livability, between both the Basin and the Throat, with the possibility of advancing up within the ranks. What was there not to like?

"The World's Edge sounds quite nice."