There was much to consider.

Expecting something from him, Obscene’s non-response would’ve irritated Cheri if she didn’t know him; rather, his quiet contemplation on her ideas intrigued the young Queen. For once she was desperate to know what was mulling around in that unusually thick skull of his, but for all her effort and curiosity his thoughts remained as quiet and private as ever. She couldn’t exactly tell if he was enlightened or enraged by the idea, thanks to the years of practice he had when it came to playing nonchalant. His most valuable asset, she considered as her gaze swung to Reave.

They met eyes across the distance, Cheri’s sparkling with as much intrigue as she could muster. Her couz had always been gifted at being coy, so she took quick notice of how very sharp he was in comparison to that. No; Reave seemed different, somehow - more demanding. His claim that Taiga was the North’s problem (and that it was being dealt with) made Cheri smile softly with a sort of incredulous mirth. He seemed very decided on the matter, though her Uncle - and current King, for now - stood alongside him. She wondered when the two branches had begun to grow in opposite directions. On that matter, she quickly thought less.

Her own rise to claimants had been swift when the decision was made. She wouldn’t argue with Reave on the matter - she’d promised to never go against him, after all. If she had reservations (which she did) then she would see to them privately.

However, his idea of solidifying alliances and crushing the opposing powers between them was an interesting counter to her original proposal. Though she would’ve argued that she had no intention of losing anyone’s head anytime soon, Cheri altered her attention to Nashua when he counseled them both toward better relations. She had even less intention of seeing The South or the North fall, so she nodded; time was something she was willing to spend if it bore the fruit of a lasting dominion.

The idea of gathering territories? It had a weight to it that she liked when tested by forethought. When no other horse seemed eager to chime in afterward, their black-and-green host took the liberty of responding herself.

“That seems a steady course, rather than changing everything drastically.” She agreed. “Reave,” Cheri turned her head to look at the bone-armored stallion, “do you agree? Would this course of action be successful if we took it?” Her eyes lingered on him for a minute longer than normal, the very hint of a smile hovering at the edges of her dark mouth.

“And would you want to apply your talents of ‘acquisition’ toward this little adventure, Obscene? It could spell Success for you, if done well enough.” She turned her cheek to the Fae Prince suddenly. Behind her eyes danced a vision of him, no longer Prince but King of the Pampas. Anything is possible, she smiled.

“Or are we taking too large a risk, I wonder?” Cheri sighed, finally stepping toward Nashua with a flick of her vibrant tail and the flutter of her feathery wings. Maybe what Gale and Mazikeen wanted wasn’t land at all, but something more chaotic. Something senseless, really - nothing that could be stopped or prevented. “Should we really be expanding? Or should we be working to break the Curse … maybe even halt it for a time.” The pegasus mare wondered with a sigh. Thoughts of Gale entombed within the Mountain came to mind.

“Perhaps we could do both. Maybe in our efforts we’ll unveil how to stop it entirely. Either way, I think action is a better course than inaction.” She decided, glancing ‘round her to take in the sight of them all gathered and attentive, bending the future toward their combined will. “Are we in accord, then?” Cheri asked them all.