Winterjet smiled at Bright Scroll's almost dumbfounded expression, finding his lack of action or anything to be highly amusing. It wasn't as if she was toying with his emotions, but rather that she was just teasing him a bit, putting on the charm to see his reaction. So far it was enough to make her smile widely. She chuckled and mouthed a "I'm sorry, just teasing," and was about to withdraw her wing when Arcon started to speak, spewing words far harsher than she thought necessary at Theá.
She involuntarily tightened the grip around Bright Scroll, both in a bid to not jump up and shout at Arcon, but maybe even to protect the earth pony from the words of the alicorn - not that she even thought about it or realised it. All she really knew was that what this stick-up-his-ass, inconsiderate moron said was far out of line. Winterjet would openly admit that she wasn't the most emotional or socially-adept of ponies, but even she knew that what Theá had done in the end was an act of genuine kindness; an act performed with the purpose of just being kind and apologizing for what she had done!
She quickly decided that she didn't like him one bit... scratch that, she hadn't liked him from the beginning for how he talked to Bright Scrolls.
Theá herself was... not crushed, but she was definitely confused. The face that had so carried the age-less beauty of the wilderness itself was morphed into incredulity. A half-open mouth had replaced the tight expression of control and focus. Sharp eyes replaced by the wide-eyed look of being at a loss. She who knew more than most of her other kin of what went on in the world... simply didn't know. Almost reluctantly, she folded her wing back at her side from where it had been hanging limb, touching the ground beneath her. Her eyes became downcast, her head hanging.
Why?
She grit her teeth, tail whipping once, then twice.
Why?
Despite how hard she tried, she couldn't stop her wings from bristling, feathers trying to spread out in a show of anger even when her wings were folded as tightly as they were.
Why?!
What had she done? She had done nothing different than the other thousands of times that she had come onto him. Why was this any different than then? A mortal body could not possibly make such a difference. It was perfectly understandable for him to be annoyed by her advances; he had been like that for so long as she could remember. But why could he not see an act of kindness for what it was? Did he find it necessary to step on her when she tried to better the situation between them?
Perfect sister is not something I have been, not will I ever be, but even then is it necessary to attribute me to being nothing but a creature of torment and toying? I am no Discord! I live not to toy with others! ...Why can't you see that?
Winterjet watched as Theá just stood there, her stance rigid and unmoving, eyes focused on the ground. She heard the questions asked by Armifera about who had been the cause of the destruction of the town but said nothing. Not yet.
She sensed it before she saw it; something was happening.
Theá's horn shone a bright green for a moment, casting a blanket of magic over her body before it was seemingly absorbed into her body. When she looked up and shot a brief glare at Arcon, her eyes didn't have the round pupil of a pony's eye, but instead the slitted, draconic, pupil: One of many Marks of a Nightmare.
With a throaty shout she took off from the ground, breaking the sound barrier but a few metres above them. The shock of her suddenly taking off caused Winterjet to jump up and spread her wings in shock. Her wings caught the shockwave and threw her back towards a a brittle wall of what remained of Old Hoof. She smashed right through the bricks, narrowly missing the door to her left, and landed on the ground, unmoving.
Theá paid no mind to the damage she left behind, and instead angled her wings towards the nearby forest to the south east, flying at such speeds that the g-force alone would kill any mortal without magical protection.
She flew for only half a minute before she angled downwards, diving through the canopy and towards the ground. She only avoided a crash with a powerful beat of her wings downwards to negate her downward momentum.
She took several deep breaths before she sat down, looking out over the small lake in front of her, staring at it with a gaze void of emotions.
ImagineTheStars,
SkyeOfStars,
Not a Sayan,
redrootssss,
ThatLostDude