The unicorn became curious just to where, or what the wing came from. She let her eyes follow it until they had fallen on it. The a set of warm yet cold, cyan colored eyes. A small smile was formed on the face of the deep blue coated, heavily wheezing pony with a gentle flowing mane. A face that was glad to see the unicorn still alive. The mouth of the being opened up. A female voice managed to speak through the wheezing it did at a soft rate. "Lady Rarity, we meet again."