She has been here for too long. She missed her family and she missed watching over little Arsinoe. Vána knew the girl was grown now considering Thranduil was now two. Maybe she was even raising a child of her own. All Vána could hope for was that the girl would peace and love with her family in the Badlands. She hoped they loved it there as she had once. The Badlands only held distant memories for her now. Most of the ones left to her were painful.

For awhile now she had been left in the care of a stranger. A tall, dark golden stallion who kept her and some of the other mares close. She has not gotten to speak with Psychedelic for a long time. Not that she wanted to, but she began to wonder why she was even still kept here. Every now and again she may see glimpses in the distance of the Lagooon Boss walking with some mare. Why did he still need her, then? She was nothing more than a body to give this Diomedes something to do.

Her pale head lifts as she hears the giant stallion draw closer. The lagoon? Honestly, Vána does not care where they were scooted off to. For now her life has become boring and meaningless. She had no choice but to follow the orders until she found the best time to escape. Or someone came to rescue her. The petite pale mare nods her head and looks to the others for their acknowledgment.