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." Though it did require some mental reminders, when she felt her imagination running away with her. She stood silently as the rain continued to come down and as Ailill responded to the blow she had felt so terrible to bear. She hangs her head low as he twitches and jumps and bucks, unsure of what to say next that could calm or prepare the young boy for the weight of what was to come. It made her feel even more guilty as she gauged whether or not Ailill truly understood the gravity of the situation. Water clung to the long whiskers of her muzzle, droplets rolling slowly to the ends, growing in size until they fell down to the earth at her feet. "I believe you should begin preparing for the worst possible outcome." She said finally, one dampened lobe twitching forward and back. "Perhaps Tarrant would be more helpful in this situation." While Macabre had fought in her past, while she had killed to save her life, Ailill would need a more skillful coach in this regard. When she felt Ailill's touch, it felt so foreign. His hot breathe reached her first, and combined with the chill she felt due to the rain, it sent a shiver down her spine. By the time his nose reached her shoulder, she was recoiling from him. Not in disgust but in general surprise. The two had not engaged in any sense of touch, be it merely friendly or otherwise. Once she realized how she had reacted, Macabre whickered to him, feeling even more guilty for having stepped away from him instead of leaning in. But her mind was a whirl from the day prior, and she felt downright exhausted. "Ailill, I'm truly sorry for the trouble I've caused you." I saw him weeping there in human form, observing the stilled image of her grace; and more than once he raised his eyes toward Heaven, where that sweet soul already had its home, which once, on earth, had worn enchanting flesh." |