Q:Ember: Hello there, I am one of Rare mind's 2 wives. I'd like to have a talk with you.

Lightning dust: Sorry, but I don't talk to anyone related to loo-

Ember acivates her universal glare.

Ember: Unless you want to feel the pain of the universe exploding for 100 years, you'll let me talk.

Lightning dust: You really expect me to belive that shi-

Ember blows up a nearby mountain.

Lightning dust: Come in.

Ember comes in.

A: Lightning dust: Lightning strike, get out here now!

A little colt with bruises all over his body, tears streaming down his face and posbly a broken mussle limps into the room.