Almost right away was there a deep growl of pure annoyance that was left by her. The mare in the valley remembered who it was as clear as crystal. There was only one pony that had its mane in the curling manner like she had and the mare knew all too well who that one mare was. "And what does little miss Perfect desires from Trixie this time, hm?" she spoke up while her wizard hat got set back upon her head.