Torrential didn't join in on the conversation about the past and how much better it had been when compared to the present. It wasn't that he was trying to be rude or anything of the sort; It was just as an immortal being and having been as such since before the concept of mortals was thought up, all of his live could be considered an endless 'things change' montage. Sometimes things changed for the better, sometimes for the worst. But always they changed for that is the way of them. It tended to depress those with shorter lifespans whenever he tried to explain it, so thus he stopped trying. 

Instead, he tried to brighten the mood a little by turning to look at Snow Tail, shifting his free wing a little to try and draw attention to it as he simply stated "If you feel like getting of my back at anytime, just say so alright? I haven't had the pleasure of having a beautiful mare under both my wings since... since..." Torrential came to a stop as he suddenly found himself in deep thought as he tired to recall the last time in his life that he had two beautiful mares under his wings. After a few seconds, a look of surprised amusement crossed his face. "Huh. Now that I think about it, I've never had the opportunity to have two beautiful mares under my wings." Shrugging a little, he continued onwards. 

Paying attention to what was no doubt going to be the fallout of his statement, Torrential narrowed his eyes a little as he started to sniff the air. The smile had vanished as the scent of stagnate water and decaying wood started to fill the air. It made him continue onwards with much more determination then before, anger in his eyes as he removed his wing from Star Dancer and possible Snow Tail (If she decided to remain on his back, he would politely shake her off instead) before stamping forwards at speed, simply mattering "They wouldn't..." in his wake.

Torrential's arrival at the water's edge of the swamp that had once been Ponyville was heralded by a number of very loud words that only a hoof full of mortals would understand the exact translation of... but still gave off the general impression that there were ponies out there that had better be watching the hell out. When Torrential started speaking in a tongue that those on this plane of existence could understand again, he continued to rage and curse at the 'feather brained morons' who had screwed up and left a damn swamp in their wake. Swamp wasn't exactly the correct word to be using to describe the stagnate, cloudy and clearly deceased waters that had twenty years prior been the end of Ponyville and was currently its tomb, but it was the closest word the pony tongue really had for such a mess.