She snarled loudly, a sudden burst of aetheric energy thundering from her equine form, billowing clouds of dust and shuddering the weakened structure of the room, causing ancient plaster to crumble from the ceiling and her eyes to light afire with green flame. “Do not dare mention that harlot before me ever again, do you hear me, Meranax!?” Her voice was barely raised above its ordinary volume, but the room shook nonetheless. “The Crystal Queen was a tyrannical fool! Centuries I had to watch, fuming in impotence as she spread her dominion over the united tribes and beyond! The idiot sealed her own fate, and now she is all but forgotten. You will not make my thoughts dwell on her!" she fumed. Even as she spoke, she knew her own recollection of that ancient figure and her defeat at her hands was foggy at best, but she remembered the hurt and indignity all too well. "Not even our familiarity will save you. Do you understand me, Meranax?” she demanded. The draconic head was barely coherent. She snorted as her power died down, walking out of the room. The water dropped back into its bucket as she left, the crystal dimming until the entire room was blackened with darkness.