Amaretto closed the door to his room behind him, throwing his saddlebags onto the bed unceremoniously as Theá flew off of him and reverted to the form of the puppy she had used earlier. 

"So what do you think?" The stallion asked, the plated parts of his armour hitting the floor with loud clangs and thuds. "Crazy nutjob, or mad scientist? Not that that leaves a lot of room for imaginations." 

"He's certainly not stable," Theá murmured, and jumped up onto the bed, laying down with her head resting on her paws. "I will be watching him for the time being. Already he has broken Our laws of playing with life and death, a territory prohibited for all but Mother--I do not trust that he will stop at only this. I feel like something more is bound to happen, yet what I cannot say." 

"So it's not just me who has this foreboding... feeling?" She sighed, throwing the last of his armour towards the pile of metal and steel on the floor. "So what now?" 

Theá grunted in reply and turned to him, one "eyebrow" raised in an unasked question--something which looked rather cute in her current form--, it was a gesture that obviously told him that she had spaced out for a moment, lost in her own thoughts. 

"I asked what we were gonna do now?" 

She opened her mouth, showing cute--albeit pointy--little teeth, and would have answered had a titanic torrent of magical energy not crashed against her senses in that moment. For a moment she was stunned, eyes clenched and teeth ground together against the onslaught. The feedback was immense; so large that she knew only one thing could have possibly unleashed that much power. A growl emanated from deep in her throat, sounding completely out of place when coming from such a small creature. Yet, she was not some small creature, harmless to ponies. She was a Goddess of immense power, commanding forces that no mortal could ever fully comprehend. 

And right now, she was angry. A Ley Line had been torn open, albeit very briefly and only a relatively small amount had been drained from it. 

[i]"This time he dies!"[/i] She growled, up on all fours and moments from charging out the window. Yet... something stopped her. A fire still burned in her eyes, and a deep frown still marred her features, but she forced herself to lay back down on the bed, resting as she had before, though her burning gaze never left the window. 

The clock on the wall managed almost an entire round before Amaretto eventually spoke up, confusion evident in his voice as well as on his face. "What?" He asked. "You were about to go mental and now you're just going to lay there and pretend like nothing happened?" 

"I am not pretending," she replied, her voice tight and controlled; replies minimalistic. 

"Then what the hell happened? One second you're about to fly out the window, and the next you go back to being a good lil' pup sleeping on the blasted bed!" 

Raising her eyes to Amaretto's, from where she was looking out the window she gave him a long, hard look. "It is not yet the right time." She said no more after that, and no matter how much Amaretto prodded and poked, interrogated and demanded answers, he got none. 

He was confused but, at some point, also a tiny bit worried. What could have caused Theá to suddenly stop like that? He knew she was a hunter, a predator, and knew when the time to strike was right, And yet... this still felt odd. He eventually settled for just getting something for the two of them to eat: simple vegetable stew for him, and some meat scraps from the kitchen for Theá. 

She smiled.