Vasilisa,

Once again I try to make peace with you and you fight me at every turn. Your mouth is your worse enemy. You are a loyal mare and there are characteristics of your personality that I find endearing, especially that pretty little body of yours. However I grow tired of the constant nagging and bickering. Your free to go your own way. Perhaps a taste of the real world will bring you back to reality. Good luck in your endeavors. If you wish to return one day I do expect a fair amount of grovelling. I will visit the Cove when if nears the time for the birth to see if the foal you bore is my own... perhaps some time away will do you good.... and remind me why it is you were here to begin with. Only time will tell. Until then little jaded bird. Until then.

Signed, executed, delivered,

Rougaru
Lord of Atlantis