"Come and count with me. When you get to three, pull that trigger and hope to see." the lyrics slithered through the air, escaping on a whispered breath. Lette tilted her crown to the side, orbs dancing with a inner mirth. Being named after a game of chance had turned the normal equine into something more. Someone who loved to dance and spout out riddles all the while having some darker intention. She was not easily figured out, this Lette. A beautiful stranger who was always on the prowl for another innocent victim. Another life that played this game of intellect and chance, hoping to come out the victor. Some won, some lost it was just another game to her. Another bout of amusement and fun before she had to go. She couldn't spend all her time with those friendly faces. Lette would soon have someone to come home to at night. Someone to love and cherish above all things. A equine who she could give her eternal love and devotion to once their orbs opened and they took their first breath.

Thinking of that equine, that one who had her tamed and whipped just days after her creation, caused Russia to smile. For her orbs to light up and compare themselves to beacons. Nostrils to flare and her small crown to tilt to the side, long tendrils of curly mane flowing down her neck and gracing her shoulders with delicate touches. Her vocal cords twitched in her throat, aching to spew out riddles or words to give life to her secret. To tell the world that she would have someone who loved and appreciated her for who she was and the things she enjoyed. Someone who did not just Lette and her faults. In her disability in not being completely sane. Of course she did nothing that could classify her to be infected by insanity but the riddles and the enjoyment of something different caused others to judge her harsh. Russia didn't mind but that wasn't surprising.

Flicking a aud, the golden mare thought upon her child. She had never planned to give birth to a new soul. Never planned for seed to take root within her womb and give life to a delicate child. She knew she had faults and many equines disapproved of her. That not many would want a child of her lineage or personality to walk the earth in fear of some immoral action her lineage could bring about. Yet when she had met the sire of her child, Russia could not bring herself to remember why she should keep her touches to herself. Why she should not allow herself to sink within the waiting grasps of forbidden pleasure. Succumbing to the carnal sins of lust was just another check mark she could place upon her list of wrongdoings. Lette did not feel shame for what she had done and would never regret the consequences that came about from that naughty night.

Standing ankle deep in salt water and soaked to the bone, Lette came to the conclusion that she was happy. That she had accepted the decisions placed before her and did not wish for another outcome. Since leaving her home, drastic changes had occurred but this new life of hers was worth living. Now she just had to try and win this last game and everything would be perfect. The last game where she would gamble on the sire of her child accepting her or not. Would he welcome her and her daughter or would he write off their meeting as just another sinned tryst and send her packing? Just another game of chance she was playing without the blood and gore of her namesake.

"Vercingetorix" she called, shifting slightly from place to place. Her wet mane clung to her face and neck while her plume drifted along with the lazy ripples of the ocean. Her golden pelt was a deep hue and her forelock was plastered to her ankles. She looked far from her best but was not natural beauty the prettiest of them all? Golden orbs lowered to the ground and a faint smile curled upon her black lips. Destiny always seemed to want to surprise her.