The alarm bells immediately went off in Winterjet's head as Sweeper started to talk. She may be a god, she may be frighteningly powerful, but there was one thing she was above all else; one word that described her better than any other, and that word was exactly what Winterjet had in mind at the very instant she opened her mouth to talk.

[i]Oddball.[/i] Had she not wanted to stay polite and avoid any chances of offending the two gods present, she would have facehooved hard enough to leave a horseshoe-shaped mark for the rest of the day. [i]He[/i] fell [i]face-first onto the ground just like yourself! He didn't bow, you dimwit![/i] Winterjet roared on the silence of her own mind, hoping that this Sweeper could not read minds. 

Winterjet continued thinking up degenerative insults to Sweeper's intelligence while said alicorn spoke to Theá, gushing about the earth pony's bravery and skills in combat. "Impressive," Theá admitted, her eyes snapping onto the Bright Scroll, looking him over with an intensity and scrutiny that would make many accuse her of being either a pervert or plotting how best to kill him. "Not often you see someone like yourself fight others. Why, may I ask? Desperation? A genuine wish to protect? You have me curious; I see no fighter in you, yet you fought back against four others and emerged victorious?" Her gaze softened slightly, yet it still held an edge to it. "With the proper training you could become a prime hunter among my followers." 

She paused, finally returning her attention to Silver Sweeper, and the bundle of hair she held in her magic. "...What? Spoils of War? Sweeper you incorrigible... I swear, a platypus seems normal when compared to you. You took somepony's [i]mane[/i] as a spoil of war? A sword, a breast-plate, a helmet or shield, even grain or a package of cheese is a spoil of war. Not [i]that[/i]." She shook her head and banished the conversation and its contents to the darkness of her innermost thoughts where she wouldn't have to think of it for the time being, allowing her to focus on more important matters such as the questions posed to her. 

"This," she motioned to Winterjet with a wing, the pegasus—still with her carnivorous teeth, as she had not yet realised that they weren't her 'normal ones'—took a step forward and gave a respectful nod to both Sweeper and Bright Scroll. "Is Winterjet, my newest follower. She approached me only a few hours ago, curious as to the very light that you also seek answers to." 

She looked towards the crater of what was once Old Hoof. "I am responsible for this. The light you saw was me; I destroyed this town and everything within." She returned to Sweeper, an eyebrow raised. "Do you judge me?"