forgetting all the blood we drew

[Locheed]

The beam of light almost sends the dark mare tumbling backward; she had never used it with such commitment before. Just in time, her hooves find purchase in the stony soil to anchor her, and when her eyes open again, she sees her opponent has been split in two. But there isn't much time to feel satisfied with her accomplishment before a very alive voice is speaking to her from beyond the battleground.

With a glance away from the dead-things, she finds a rather bored-looking big cat watching her. There is a lull in the destruction, and she studies the speaker for a moment before looking back to the souls swaying between them. But the subjects of her scrutiny are quickly fading, and as they disappear entirely, her hard, black eyes return to their maker. 

Locheed isn't sure if his offer is a threat or an honest offer for practice. She had met so few outside her immediate family she isn't sure exactly what to make of most strangers, and the few she has met were nothing like him. She shakes her head -no- still catching her breath, and tries to swallow her hammering heart.

"Why," she says between heavy breaths, her slim chest rising and falling from the exertion of such use of her magic, "why did you want to destroy this place?"

She had never seen such power used so freely. So efficiently.