Heavy hooffalls with accompanying metallic jingles rang out in the hallway, heralding the arrival of Prince Zabraxas. Zelac had already dropped into a low, shaky bow towards the door before it even opened, and when it did, the visibly exhausted stallion strode into the room, headed straight for Prince Zakurai. Said counterpart was in the process of overseeing his zebras helping with the initial circle-writing phase of Twilight’s translation spell, with the mare’s own guards also aiding in that process. Zabraxas’s mere arrival interrupted Zakurai, and he wasted no time in speaking to him, his tonality making it clear that he was not here for conversation.