Not only had that… wastrel failed her and wasted a generous amount of her own power, not only had she the nerve to remain alive after such failure, but she allowed herself to be taken by that thing, by what should rightfully be hers! “I want….” her voice intoned, the power of it resounding around the room despite its quiet nature. The crystal behind her flared in intensity as the dust shifted beneath her seat. “Her back… I want it back…” she demanded. The eight dared not speak. Her cloak shifted with force as an eerie green glow pierced the darkness that was her shadowed face and flashed dangerously. The globules of water that formed the disembodied heads seemed to stiffen as ice crystals materialized within their forms. “I want what’s mine returned to me. I will not. Tolerate this,” she said, letting out a cough. The intense pressure of the room lessened, the dust settled, the glow faded from her hooded face, the light of the crystal dimmed. “But that will have to. Wait,” she said, turning to the stallion and mare on her right, remaining silent for quite some time. “Keep watch on them both,” she demanded.