“Mmmmiiiissstress…” a stallion on her right said, the drawn out word indicative of the owner stuttering or tripping over the word somehow. The spell was not perfect in communication, but it was nigh instantaneous and, more importantly, untraceable unless the pursuer knew exactly what to look for. Thankfully, the nature of the magic made it next to impossible for them to do so without using it. She had done an admirable job of containing knowledge of the old art if she did say so herself, concentrating the knowledge, and therefore all the power it held, entirely within her hooves. Which just made her all the more irritated that the one pony who compromised her goal was still nowhere to be found. Whatever the stallion had to say, he had better lighten her mood, for his sake. “Wwweee…”