The crimson and black mare was ill suited to hiding her anger. Mirage could see it, boiling over - she almost wondered whether steam might begin to pour from the pegasus' ears. The harsh words that spat their way from her twisted maw fell upon a façade that was generally disinterested, almost bored, as Mirage simply waited for the foolish mare to submit to her reason. Yes, Chemical was pregnant, and was unlikely to engage in flight even after she gave birth - Mirage knew all too well how much a birthing can take out of you. But still, the precautions would be taken, for if this Assassin mare grew desperate enough, she could still try to fly. The DragonHeart knew from experience that any young she bore, if it happened to hold wings like its mother, would take many months to grow large and strong enough to fly - and Mirage had no intention of keeping this filth here for that long, such was her faith that the Assassins could be exterminated swiftly and effectively.

Upon receiving the permission, Akaith leapt from her bonded's back, and swiftly began pulling out the feathers proffered. It didn't take much - the three largest primary feathers from both wings were taken, and left in a pile at Chemical's front hooves. The dragon was not gentle in her action, merely direct and swift, not hesitating to do as she was bid to prevent this creature from any easy escape. Should the mare attempt to glide off the cliff's edge that surrounded most of her home, she would fall much like a stone with a too-small parachute above it - wayward, uneven, but eventuating to the same end as a corpse at the bottom of the ocean.

"Enjoy your stay. Hopefully it will prove to be fruitful to us all." The words were given by the DragonHeart, who had arrived and now motioned to depart without even voicing her name. They hinted to a purpose for the mare's capture, a purpose deeper than simple revenge against attempted harm to a member of her family. Yes, the DragonHeart hoped that it would bring the new fabled leader, Tonka, to the Edge, for questioning, or perhaps for torturing - the future would tell all. The mare turned upon a heel, her shoulder brushing against the bronze hide of her mate once more, as she allowed the shadows to swallow her up. Chemical would need fairly minimal observation now that she was disabled appropriately, and Mirage had some faith that the mare was not so stupid as to try and harm any of the Edge's habitants during her stay here - else she would face the wrath of all those hungry for blood and tense with paranoia in this endless night.