[i]Oddball, nutcase, coo-coo, weirdo... did I use oddball already?[/i] Winterjet sighed, the grey alicorn was a really strange one. She'd seemed so serious one moment, then started prattling about how Theá could have done a 'better job' at destroying the town. She readjusted her wings, shuffling them into a more comfortable position as she tried to fight off the awkwardness that was being near Silver Sweeper. She had nothing against her at all, but her mannerisms were... not normal. 

Theá almost bristled at Sweeper's response, only just managing to keep her wings from spreading from the offense she felt. Her tone was tight and controlled, clearly holding back a scathing remark; she hated being insulted, deliberately or inadvertently. "Could have done better? I do not know about you, but when your wing is cut off, something I pride myself on immensely, then I do not [i]care[/i] for efficiency. Not only had an entire band of cultists taken over the town and killed anyone who came near, turning them into their abominations, but they also chose to attack me personally. Efficiency was the last thing on my mind when I obliterated this sorry excuse of a hideout. What remains are charred beams of wood and scraps of metal; hardly a bone of any corpse is left. I destroyed everything here, as was my intent, and whether or not it is but a pile of ashes of a pile of charred ruins is none of my concern." She stared at Silver Sweeper for a few moments more before she turned around and walked away, stopping once she was a good twenty paces away, her face turned to the sky. 

"...I think you offended her," Winterjet muttered, looking between the clearly angry Theá and the other alicorn. She didn't really know what to say in the current situation, given the fact that the more poweful (she assumed) of the alicorns was currently busy with calming down, and the other would not be good for any meaningful conversation... unless it involved something odd which Winterjet, admittedly, wasn't very keen on talking about. 

"So... Bright Scroll, was it?" she asked, looking at the earth pony. "How'd you come to be under the-Ow!" She winced and opened her mouth, bringing a hoof up to her lip before looking at it; blood coated the tip, and she knew exactly why. She formed another reflective surface on her leg and looked at herself, seeing how her teeth had changed and realising that she had bit herself in the lip with one of her new fangs. "Oow... Why didn't any of you say anything? It's not like it's difficult to notice, and it's kinda weird knowing I've looked like some kind of predator while chatting with you guys." She spat out a small bit of blood, and fished out a canteen of water from her saddlebags from which she took a few gulps of water to rinse with. "That's better... just hope I don't bite myself again... Freaking hurts. Anywho, how did you come to be a follower of Sweeper's, Scroll?"