Theá gently pushed a hoof against the flask offered her. "No thank you. While I greatly admire Luna, alcohol is not to my tastes." She set her hoof back down and looked at Crashing, noting his almost fin-like wings; how the feathers seemed to almost stick together thanks to whatever oil was covering them. She spared a quick glance at her own wings, wondering how the oil covering his feathers differed from the one covering hers. [i]All pegasi, and many winged creatures, have their feathers covered in some oil which makes them waterproof... How is his different? Thicker, I suppose?[/i] 

She pushed the thought away. It wasn't important. Instead she said, "Dartfish, huh? " She looked to the lake in front of her and lit her horn. One, two, three, four Dartfish materialized in the lake and started swimming around near the surface, circling around each other in no discernible pattern. She knew they were saltwater fish and wouldn't do well in freshwater, but they weren't alive or real, so it didn't matter much. 

She continued to watch them, never looking away and focusing only on the four fish. One of them, she noticed, started chasing one of the others. Her mood soured again, shoulders and wing sagging, head hanging a bit lower than was usual for the proud huntress. Anyone that knew her would, without a doubt, pick up on it and realise that she was not in the most of moods. 

[i]Why?[/i] She wondered again.

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"Woulda been rude to decline it. 'Sides, I haven't really tasted whiskey before. Thought I'd try it." She stuck out her tongue and brushed it with a hoof. "Not my brightest moment." 

She took a few steps forward, walking far enough to be halfway between where she crashed through the wall and where she'd been blown away from. She sat down, wincing as pain flared through her body again. Anaesthetic spells or not, she still hurt quite a bit of she moved around a lot, she realised. That and she was tired and winded; despite her best efforts to protect herself the low had still knocked the wind out of her, and what she assumed was a small internal bleeding - non-lethal - didn't help much in that regard. 

She had intended to listen in a bit on Arcon and Amifera's discussion, but something else stole her attention away. That 'something' was an alicorn like the rest, but she was an eccentric one. [i]And did I mention Oddball?[/i]

The way she displayed the braided mane as a trophy from a fight (or spoil of war, as she said) unnerved the white pegasus quite a bit. It unnerved her so much that she raised both her front hooves to her own mane, holding it protectively against herself while staring with wide eyes at Silver Sweeper. "You just keep your hooves away from my mane," she said loud enough for said alicorn to hear, her face a comical mix of terror and disbelief.