Preceeded by a vicious spire of ice that erupts from the ground in front of them, the king is come. The mare's ears pin and she throws up her proud head with a snort, rooting her hooves to the snow so she isn't tempted to flinch backwards and shame herself anymore than she already has by bringing Lace here. Then come two mighty swans of flame, and Dominus rears onto his back legs, trying to paw at one before they disappear with a fizzle. She has never seen her stone-faced monarch so animated, so alive; ice is burnt away by righteous fire, by sweat-soaked, indignant masculinity.

Lace retaliates in kind - first he bows, and Nyx sags with relief at the humility. Maybe it will turn out alright af-...or maybe not. A sun bursts into life above them, pulsing and humming with power, and the soldier gives a startled grunt. Her ears are so far back they're invisible, and tension etches itself across every hard muscle of her body. Typical men, having the magical equivalent of a dick-swinging contest.

Damn, she can almost smell the testosterone. And she's only slightly turned on.

"Lace," she hisses, eyes widening in horror at the cobweb-stallion's brash sarcasm. He most certainly hadn't exaggerated when he warned her he might cause trouble should she persist with trying to bring him home to the Edge. Bloody men. Couldn't they just be faux-nice to one another then have a good old bitch later, like women would? The temptation to bang their heads together like naughty boys is considerably strong within the ironheart.

What can she say? What can she do? She should just remain silent, let the stallions do stallion things to sort out their differences. Or should she apologise for bringing Lace here? No, because he's her friend and he deserves to live here if he wants to, but he's not doing himself any favours with his passive-aggressive, sun-summoning, look-at-the-size-of-my-dong behaviour, like he's trying to make Mauja snap and attack him to vindicate his earlier accusations. The silver rolls her eyes irritably.

She looks to Mauja, words bubbling to the tip of her tongue...but she bites them back. On this occasion, silence speaks a thousand words. This is something the two men have to sort out between themselves, without Nyx's interference. So she shuts her mouth, fixing it into a hard line, and just watches.