The black and white stallion was not the only early riser this bright morning day. Here, the sun was a gentle kisser, lips soft and sweet, warm honey pouring over the vast valley cast in shadow, insistent but kind, ever so swift and yet deliciously slow- talking about the kiss, of course. Snö, graceful, elegant, and just as cold as her mother, yet in her own way, so much more cruel, moved with a steady swing of her hips, clearly at ease with her feminine wiles; her mane and tail, of course, vanilla and cinnamon cocoa, fell cleanly on her smooth, creamy milk neck; she was a sugary confection, so unlike her insides, varnished with cinnamon and chocolate.

If her outside was so deliciously gorgeous, her mind was where she made up for her beauty; her flawed mind, quick and sharp, prone to random acts of fierce, heartless cruelty, bitter dislike and always holding grudges. Snö was not a filly to be toyed with, she was an enemy to any who dared opposed her, and she made sure she was not one to be crossed. Her punishments were much worse than mean, or even cruel, her consequences were deathly and gory. Yet she was to make a good mare- as good as her sourness could be- a cold and heartless foe, but a powerful one to rally behind- especially those of the Plague.

Snö truly cared for the murdering racist creatures. She loved the Plague- if not mayhaps the ones within- for their purpose. Death and eradication. Slavery. Ha! It would be... a truly glorious destiny. The filly recalled Psyche's meeting- and sighed ever so softly. She had little like for creating chitchat. But this stallion... he ha the body of a fighter. Let him have the mind too, Snö prayed.

"Snö, and you?" The white femme asked, voice quiet and slightly chilled, but not fully off putting. She, too, entered the springs so warm, and no doubt it would be freezing to remove herself, even in the light of Tallsun.

Snö watched the dark stallion with cold, crystal blue eyes, letting her gaze roam over the colossal form. In reality, he was no taller than Snö, with her lithe, elegant form and slender body, yet he was heavy. Thickly muscled, brawny, broad-chested, with heavy feathering that swirled under the steaming waters sullenly, no doubt dragging down his legs and feeling as if a lead weight had been added. Snö had only minimal feathering, from Mauja's side- they only grew more noticeable during Frostfall. For now, they remained just visible in silky down following her hocks. She moved into the water slowly, enjoying the tingling sensation as the boiling water soaked through every pore and eased her muscles tense and sore after rigorous training and sparring. Her coat, white and varnish chestnut, turned into a sleek shade of metallic silver and dark chocolate, a roguish red brown nearing black. Long and full, her tail floated and twisted around her gracefully, the water combing through it.

The stallion introduced himself as Crash Course. For a brief moment, Snö indulged herself in a quiet chuckle, eying his frame once more. But even her laugh was cold, the tinkling of ice clipping against each other. "How did you earn a name like that, Crash? I do hope you never hurt yourself." It was harder than she realized, treading carefully about this manner, using both manipulation, lies, and truth to try and clarify the intentions of a unicorn- to make sure they were not the fools who needed to be taught of their superiority. It was so much of a longer path to do that... Snö was well enough at her secrecy and manipulation, but she preferred a cold, straight path to the answers if at all possible. Normally it was not.

For a long few minutes she simply relaxed, enjoying the bath, muzzle a touch cold. "So Crash, why did you choose Basin as your home?" Snö asked eventually, a sly vixen at heart. It would be a good way to learn why he had joined a horned-only herd.

"Talk."

Snö took careful note as the stallion so named Crash Course flicked his ears back aggressively, dark blues eyes chips of cold, dark ice. Yet perhaps he mustered his emotions, for the thinnest of tight-lipped smiles appeared on his bold face. The filly smirked, ready to slink into one of her regular bouts of cruelty that came so unpredictably and swiftly, glacial as a snowstorm. “Abnormal minded parents? More like idiots.” Snö replied coldly, half-closing her freezing crystal blue eyes. They must’ve been- ‘Crash Course’. Ha! Snö was an elegant name, refined and smooth, cold and well-shaped, frosted and rolling off the tongue briskly and cleanly. It was a noble mare’s name, a lady, a princess’; not a commoner’s, nor peasant’s, the white mare so arrogant thought to herself. Lazily she stood her ground, in fact resting a delicate cloven hoof, as this Crash took a step forward, as if trying to intimidate her. Her of all unicorns!

At this moment, Snö was uncertain if she enjoyed this stallion's presence. In a way, she admired the voracious way he attacked the matter at hand. In another, he was so simple, so restricted to using the bulk of muscle. Perhaps, if she liked him enough, she could teach him other ways- like ways to use his head, instead of pure fat and thick bone. Yet then he spoke again, and Snö froze, silken ears immediately pinning to skull. Fat, yellow-bellied, fluff-headed, broken-horned, tangled-mane, overweight, skulking, perverted, idiot!

"You speak as if all are your friends and all will accept you for your idiocy in speaking so openly about those whose company you prefer." Snö snapped, frosted blue eyes freezing over to much below zero. "If I were not as opinionated as you, I would cut you open for you idiocy in this manner. As it is, I find it doubtful you'll know when to keep your trap shut. How do you want to repay this, Crash Course? For I do know a pretty little secret you may enjoy- if you can do something for me." Snö was a greedy mare; she would much enjoy making this puffed-up idiot do something for her, in order to get the 'secret'. The Plague inclusion. But first she must know he could keep a secret. She must. "It's a truly delightful secret, sir Crash." Snö moved forward, the steaming water swirling around her wet silver legs.

No, she decided, she very much disliked this stallion. Yet regardless of their differences, Snö supposed he would be useful, if only as a body to block blows to more important, treasured members. The white mare curled her lip daintily as the stallion went on so elaborately to question her for questing him about why he was so stupid when she had asked the question. He was so all over the place, for goodness' sake- could he not settle on one mood, instead of treading on the thin line between fury and sullenness? For it seemed he could not.

"Well, Crash-" she began, imbuing her voice with all her disdain for him, "One day, diplomacy may be of more use to you than brute, dumb force. You may find the warriors in Helovia are quite often better than expected, a fact that can be hurtful to learn for us with our heads above them. Never underestimate an opponent simply because of their species. In any case, the ones of us here with your opinions would do well to keep it hidden, or else pathetic horses will be marching in with twigs on their brows." Snö sighed dramatically, letting the delicious heat soak into the tense flesh of her muscles. They were surprisingly tight, more so than she would've expected, perhaps from the vague tension underlying the conversation.

Again Snö curled her lip disdainfully, wrinkling her delicate satin brow at his crass use of the word 'honey', finding the petty disgust at his vulgar manner deepening into dislike. She was uncertain of the desideratum in mind- she wavered slightly between her choices. So many options, so many she could so quickly attack. "Bring the Lady Psyche the feather of a pegasus- how you take that is up to you- and tell her Snö sent you." The mare sighed, stepping away. Water dripped from her coat as she turned, coat dark molten silver, and disappeared from the hot springs.

[You could do this through NPC if you like! But I imagine (I definitely cannot make promises for Rayo OOC or Psyche IC) Psyche may accept you/Crash into the Plague!]