She observed the creature up close, and the alien returned the favor.  Celestia didn’t move for fear of further spooking it.  He began to scan the ocean of guards that blocked him in on all sides.  He stood to his full height, almost as tall as Celestia, perhaps still a hand or so from being eye level.  His breathing became more regular, and it appeared he was finally calming down.  He looked up at Celestia’s sun as though he had forgotten where he was.  He scanned the skies, as if he were any ordinary pony enjoying the lovely day.  He lowered his gaze and locked eyes with Celestia, clearly recognizing her as the authority of the group.  His formerly peaceful visage dissipated and his face became defiant, expressionless mask.  He didn’t even blink.  His gaze was narrow and flinty.  He flicked his stare over to the purple mare at Celestia’s side.  His eyes softened and betrayed sadness, but  the moment did not last.  