Theá sat silent as she listened to Crashing's words, heavy with a sailor's accent as they were, and felt a small smile bloom on her lips. While she did feel a few strokes along her ego, what really caught her attention was something so simply and so pure that she could feel it lift her mood immediately; acknowledgement. Relief washed through her, and she knew, almost as soon as he had spoken the words, that he was right. She wasn't the dumb animal she had believed herself to be, she wasn't the tease that simply wanted to get a reaction out of others when she acted on impulses that weren't a hunter's trademark bloodlust. 

She cocked her head to the side, suddenly confused. If it wasn't to simply get a reaction out of Arcon, then why? The answer came to her in an instant. She already knew why, it was exactly as Crashing had said: She saw something she liked and went for it. [i]So that means I like Arcon?[/i] A faint chuckle escaped her. [i]Guess it's no surprise, though. He's powerful, but kind, if a little stiff.[/i] 

"Thank you, Crashing," she said, looking up at him with the smile still visible on her lips. "I believe I needed that; being told that I am not some 'dumb animal', after all." She closed her eyes briefly and turned her head to the sky, opening them again. "As for the Spirit of Truth. We know that Harmony died when Discord attacked him in eons past. Discord showed us that a Nightmare is possible even for those of the First Verse. Is it possible... Is it possible that this Spirit of Truth, twisted and corrupted as it is, is a fraction of Harmony's Nightmare? Created in the wake of his abominable war?" Her face turned to his, deep blue eyes searching what lay behind those bright green orbs of his. 

She studied him for a few moments, neither hearing nor caring what his response were. Such thoughts were for later, she decided. Instead, she thought about what else he had said, and something stuck out. Or rather, it confused her. "What do you mean by 'unt'," she said, trying her best to mimic his accent, one eyebrow raised in inquiry, a somewhat devious smile soon replacing the confused expression. "Were you asking me for a roll in the hay?" 

"No." He shook his head. "'Unt & th' chase. Yer speciality, Lass." 

And just like that, it clicked. She, too, shook her head, but more in amusement than anything. "Very well. Sea, land or air? I believe the the forest will prove a fair middle ground for us both. Will that be acceptable?"