"If Love himself weep, shall not lovers weep,
learning from what sad cause he pours his tears?
Love hears his ladies crying their distress,
showing forth bitter sorrow through their eyes
because villainous Death has worked its cruel
destructive art upon a gentle heart,
and laid waste all that earth can find to praise
in a gracious lady, save her chastity."

Macabre continues to watch the filly with great interest, giggling to herself at the naive nature of children. When Jetta comes rushing back to her side after staring curiously at Marlena, she couldn't help but warm up to the girl. Shiraz had never been so affectionate. She assumed he got that from his father, who also kept Macabre at an arm's length most of the time. Macabre was surprised by the filly's interest in her, but she was loving it. There was something so magical about children -- their innocence, their ability to see the world in only the lightest of ways. She missed the days when life was simpler.

"Don't you want to be that tall?" Macabre said, nudging the girl lightly against her neck as she 'whispered' back to her. "Being tall sounds fun. You can see far more from up there than what we can see down here."

When Inka speaks, Macabre is brought back into 'adult' conversation. She smiles sweetly, feeling somewhat shy about how easily she was consumed by the attention of a child. She contemplates Inka's question in her mind for some time, fretting about how to answer. It didn't seem appropriate to bring up her late son now, especially in the company of a youngster. When Marlena announces that she has a son, however, Macabre feels compelled to have something to share, a common thread to continue the conversation. "I also have a son." She said quickly, intentionally being brief. "Is Jetta your first, Inka?"