But, she reasons, that's why they fight. To prove that the inevitable isn't inevitable. Deep stuff. She clears her head and strides closer, her white lion close at her heels. His tail twines around his powerful hindquarters, his pose low and predatory as he slinks alongside her with a cat's haughty posture, treading amongst the shattered glass with a delicacy that belies his dangerous self. "Hello," greets the silver soldier, a warm smile flickering into existence on her steel facade. This mare is younger than herself, and slightly smaller. The fact she looks so intrigued by the glass makes Nyx think that she is perhaps a Glazier, like Tembovu. After all, the World's Edge crafters work best with glass.

Idly she finds herself pondering the sort of fortifications and weapons that could be built with glass. Walls, obviously. Knives, perhaps, or armour. But Nyx has always coveted a set of glass fangs as sharp as Dominus', to lend more force to her bite. She knows how razorlike the edges of glass can be. To be able to use that in battle...Ah, the possibilities! "You look awfully interested in that glass." Dominus hisses, remembering the bite of the glass in the pad of his paw, the acute pain that ached and smarted.

Meanwhile Nyx's attention returns to the other mare. She reveals that she is a crafter, as predicted, and the silver soldier's ears perk forwards, curious. She mentions Tembovu, the Glazier, and Nyx nods, feeling rather hot under the collar at the thought of the big, sexy beastie. "Hmm. Maybe you just need something specific to craft? I'm sure any number of Edge members could ask you to make them a pretty flower or a trinket." She shrivels her nose in derision. Ha! To use magic-given crafting abilities to make shiny things that serve no purpose? It seems so...futile.

She is a practical mare, after all. Functional, nothing spare. "Or," she says, flickering her frozen gaze across the other mare. "I have an idea for something slightly more useful, if you're up to the challenge." This could be her chance to get that battle-enhancing item that she so craves, plus it will do the crafter a favour in giving her practice.

She pauses for a moment to contemplate how to word her idea. "I am a warrior of the herd, and what I have in mind is an offensive weapon of sorts, to aid in fights." She hesitates, to give the crafter a chance to quickly decline if she doesn't like the notion of making weapons. Nyx does hope this isn't the case - what use is a crafter if they won't create items to arm their soldiers? Defensive fortifications are all well and good, but you can't beat someone over the head with a ground-bound glass spike. "Sometimes in battles I think I could use some extra...bite. I watch Dominus and see how easily he causes massive damage with his teeth, and I find myself wondering if a pair of glass fangs could be created, to be worn in battle." She pictures them perfectly sized to fit her teeth, the teeth that would be canines if she was a lion or a dog; she imagines nipping a foe and drawing blood instead of a bruise. "There would be two fangs, one for each side of my mouth, on the top set of teeth. 'Dentures', if you will, fitted so they are snug, but also able to be removed outside battle." Because grazing with fangs would be a bitch.

She realises her eyes have clouded over dreamily, and quickly shakes her head to clear it. "What do you think?" She looks hopefully, curiously, at the Glazier.

She watches with great interest as the other mare begins to work the glass. It is interesting to watch, and Nyx half-wishes she had such an ability, so she could create whatever she wanted. Then, as the magic fades, there's a pair of glass fangs sat innocently on the ground, glistening like something far less violent than mouth-knives. Slowly, tentatively, Nyx lowers her head and uses her lips to arrange the fangs over her upper teeth; they fit snugly, perfectly. They are secure and firm against her upper teeth, tight enough to not be dislodged in battle but not so tight that they can't be removed at all. The silver peels her lips to expose the glimmering glass fangs, which give her the canines of a lion; she turns her neck and runs the tip of one across her side. Although she put very little force into it, she feels the razor-sharp tip of the fang draw blood. They are perfectly, beautifully lethal, ideal for battle.

It looks like she's got the bite she desired.

She places the fangs back onto the ground, using her tongue to dislodge them, with some effort - especially as she's careful not to nick the inside of her mouth with them. "They are perfect, Anzanie. Thank you very much." She flashes the younger mare a warm smile, which looks strange upon such steely features. "No doubt the other warriors of the herd would be able to use your talent, as well. Your creations could really help us in battle." Already the storm queen's mind is going over tactics and ways to use her new tool.

She thinks over other possible weapons, too. Armour might not be ideal, given the brittle nature of the material they're working with, but glass knives and arrows that shatter on impact and send barbs into tender enemy flesh? Grenades, filled with poisoned shards, to be dropped from above by flying companions or pegasi? The possibilities are truly endless, and the silver finds herself going quite misty-eyed at them. But she jerks herself back into reality with a sharp flick of her head. "Well, I should return to my duties. Thank you again for your gift, Anzanie. Keep practicing - you might discover even more uses for your magic."

The grey mare dips her head to the splashed one, then arches her neck to scoop up her fangs. She will get Dominus to tuck them in her mane for her, where they can be easily accessed when battle comes, but for now she carries them in her mouth. She fastens them to her teeth so she gets used to the sensation of them, the added weight, the added power...Still glowing with possibilities, Nyx leaves Anzanie to her glassworks, nursing her particular fruit of the Glazier's labour.