Winterjet sat slackjaw at what she witnessed, fangs out in the open but she didn't care. The reason for her dumbstruck reaction was partly because she had never expected a [i]god[/i] to start flirting with others, and secondly because she was just that damn good. Even if Theá had only tried half as much as she was at turning Arcon into a quivering puddle of seduced alicorn-goo, she would still have felt her chest tighten and feel her entire body become warm in part embarrassment and part excitement. 

Her world suddenly went dark when Bright Scroll lifted up his hooves to block her sight of what happened, only to have them pushed away with far more force than necessary. "I'm 32 you dolt, and I wanna watch this!" She half-whispered half-hissed.

And then Arcon disappeared, fleeing from Theá's teasing and flirting embrace with a teleport spell more powerful than any Winterjet had ever seen. Normally you could hear a small crack and see a small flash of lightning-ish arcane energy, but this was on a whole different scale. The crack was like that of a whip and the force with which he disappeared left a mark on the ground and a smaller one on Theá which was already healing; the singed hairs regaining their lustrous green colour in but a few moments. 

[i]Wonder if I can get her to do that to me,[/i] Winterjet thought as she absent-mindedly licked her teeth, finding it a bit too difficult to reach her libs without cutting her tongue. [i]Why do I even still have these? Flat and harmless. Flat and harmless. Flat and harmless.[/i] Her teeth slowly reverted to their normal herbivorous state, leaving behind a weird feeling of something missing. She smacked her lips and returned her attention to Theá, watching her look to where Arcon had previously been with a mildly perplexed face. 

He'd been there just a few moments before with her teasing him. Granted, she had laid it on a bit thick and made it seem like she was serious which, considering who he was, probably wasn't the smartest idea. It wasn't the first time she'd done this to him, nor would it be the last, but every time she'd, well, put on her charms for him he'd always reacted somewhat rashly; often pushing her away or darting back when she came a bit too close for comfort. However, this was the first time that she saw him react this way. At most he would teleport a few metres away - usually - but not... however far this was. Theá frowned, eyeing the spot even as her thoughts continued to run their course. Should she apologise when he came back, if he did? 

Her train of thought was interrupted by two presences coming within her radius. Without turning around she knew who one of them was, yet the other was unknown. Granted, even without her ability she would still have known who it was based on the heavy jingle of metal plates grinding against other such plates. "Hello Armifera, and yes, you could say that." She turned around and saw the armoured alicorn alongside a pegasus mare. "Had fun in Trottingham, I take it?" A smirk played at the corner of her lips, telling Armifera that she knew exactly what had taken place, or at leas the gist of it. She was interrupted from speaking further by the sound of a whip cracking in the air, or a powerful teleportation spell happening right behind her. 

She turned around to find Arcon standing beside Theá, thoroughly soaked, covered in both rime and snowflakes, and shaking from obvious cold. She couldn't help but feel some pity for him, or at least regret that she was the reason for his current state. Sure, it was not even close to be remotely threatening for an alicorn such as them, but being so cold and soaked to the bone could not be pleasant whatsoever. 

Her eyes were drawn to his chest, then to his face. He didn't so much look at her, his face set in a grim mask of forced stoicism. Where before he had been moderately handsome, now he was just grim and looked almost angry. Gone was the unearthly beauty that was found in all of the alicorns replaced instead with a face that spoke of discontent even if he tried to make himself look like he didn't care. Her lips pressed into a thin line, her own face as impassive as she could make it for the moment as her attention focused itself solely on Arcon, trying and failing to meet his gaze. 

For several moments she just stood there, contemplating what to do; should she apologise, continue, or just do nothing at all? The first one was likely the best idea, though the second one sounded tempting, if she had to admit it; problem was that she knew it would be a bad idea and only make him madder. The last was, likely, the second most disastrous. Sure, he would get over it at some point, but she thought it better to show the mortals that even though they could get be at odds with each other, the Gods were just as eager to mend whatever damage was done between them. 

At least that's what she told herself.

Ignoring Sweeper, for the time being, she stepped forward and walked up to Arcon and, standing beside him, embraced him with her wing again. "Stand still," she commanded in a stern voice that brooked no argument and told him that she would not accept being disobeyed. Despite that, however, the smile and side-long look she shot him were those of genuine kindness, and not maliciousness or mischievousness. 

Just as she had said that, she lit her horn, her wing becoming encased with a soft green glow from which heat started to stream, melting what rime remained on Arcon's body and starting on the procedure of evaporating the water still clinging to his body. She was, in other words, warming him with both her magic and her wing in an attempt to let him know that she did, in fact, feel some small amount of regret for teasing him the way she did. And, if he looked deep enough, he might actually see the small glimmer of [i]something[/i] in her eyes.

Winterjet had watched the entire ordeal, first with a raised eyebrow, then with a small smile when she saw that Theá was doing something nice for Arcon, and actually looking somewhat kind rather than mischievous. Her own smile, however, had turned mischievous when she saw her mistress wrap a wing around Arcon again. She glanced at Bright Scrolls, her eyes glimmering as she thought of what to do. 

With his attention, hopefully, fixated on the alicorns, she scooted closer to him until she sat right beside him and, like Theá had with Arcon, wrapped a wing around him and pressed their sides together. The glimmer in her eyes had only intensified, and she knowing, and no less suggestive, smirk she gave Bright Scroll only made it even worse.