"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."

A bit of a chill ran down the length of the petite mare's spine, upon feeling the light touch of a stallion. She reveled in the moment, a brief burst of adrenaline fueling through her, enjoying it while it lasted. She smiled warmly to Dogun, generally appreciative of his kindness, even if she was a bit wary of it. Life thus far had taught her to trust no one, other than herself, of course. The world was a cruel place. Even if Dogun's intentions were in the right place, forces beyond their control could make him an enemy one day. He could come to hurt her in some fashion, as the men that had come before him had in her past. Now that she was a mother, those instincts coursed through her stronger than ever.

Macabre was capable of enjoying the moment though, and understanding that so far, he had shown her and her child nothing but kindness. The mare settles in, standing quietly in front of him as he begins to open up. His lengthy tale surprises her. He seemed eager to share so much about himself, and Macabre did her best to take it all in. Marbled eyes watched him as he spoke, taking note of the inflection in his voice and how it changed when he spoke about his mother... and than his father. "It seems you take after your mother then." She said sweetly.

Her thin tail drifted between her hocks in the breeze. Eventually Shiraz stumbled closer to them, coming to nurse for a few moments before returning to the brush in hunt of lizards and small insects. "Please, go on, if you'd like." Macabre said, her eyes drifting away from her son and back to Dogun. She wondered briefly if she would ever have the courage to tell him about her own upbringing, about how she got here. Midas, the golden stallion from Atlantis, was the only other man she'd ever truly opened up to, and even he, understood little about where she came from. Perhaps it was better that way, she told herself over and over again. "You weren't there long with your brothers, were you? Or how did you end up here?"