"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 frowned when Oswin admitted she knew little about the new leader of the Lagoon. Perhaps they should have anticipated this -- with Jetta's departure to look for Diamant, so came Argento's. It made the slight chestnut mare long for Jetta and her family that much more, given the new nuisance their void had created. Macabre sighs in response, but bobs her head in understanding as Oswin continues on. The mare's copper-colored ear lobes flick forward at attention as she listens with interest as Oswin goes on. Granted, Macabre didn't know Oswin very well, but the thoughts she shares next leave quite an impression her. Not that Macabre ever underestimated the younger, eager mare who was clearly a skilled warrior. She just never thought to ask her of more diplomatic matters in the past. Perhaps she should have -- Oswin had a respected view of the world, and of a well-thought out future for the Peak.
She wasn't so much interested in their new captive, though it was good to know that they had one to look after with possible intel to share about the new Lagoon leader. Macabre merely rolls her eyes at the warning of his flirtatious nature.
But a bright smile etched its way across Macabre's lips as she listened eagerly to the latter half of their conversation. She flicked her blonde tail over her haunches with great anticipation. Not that Macabre ever doubted Oswin, but hearing her speak so passionately now about the future of the Peak made her excited. "I wholeheartedly agree, Oswin. And I must say, it's refreshing to hear someone with a new perspective for our future." Macabre said softly but respectfully. "I believe our future is bright with you at the helm." She adds at the end, her face solemn now to express how genuine she was being. "I want to be helpful to you. So please, let me know what I can do." She reiterates.
Her dark, marbeled eyes rolls over Oswin's frame. Despite the mare's confidence from her win in battle, the maternal side of Macabre kicks in next. "You better get some rest. I'm pretty sure we haven't seen the last of Cullen yet."
"Hear then how Love paid homeage to this lady;
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."
Macabre | 12 | Mare | Mustang X Morgan | 14.2 HH | flaxen chestnut | © Vinyl
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