"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's life in the Peak continued on much the same. Just like when she was with Dexter on the crossing, she ambled along the rocky ridges alone and without much purpose. The petite chestnut mare hoped to find Inka, the mare who told her about this place. It had been months and Macabre could honestly say she'd hardly met anyone else who lived here.

There were periods in her solitude that Macabre thought she was losing her mind. It seemed fitting, of course, that after so many years or torment that this was the way The Reaper would finally take her. He would make her suffocate from within the depths of her own mind until she went completely mad. The chestnut mare would wander through the trees, her dished cranium whipping back and forth at the sound of a twig breaking behind her or a leaves crunching underneath her feet. She was on edge, her eyes searching endlessly for company, but never finding it. She was hopeful though, that a place like the Peak would offer refuge. It had to get better. She had no where else to go.

Macabre smiled sweetly at Dogun, not wanting to let on that there was anything wrong. She'd caused the poor stallion so much worry. The mare searches his eyes upon him registering her question. There is worry there behind his facade. So when he asks her to follow, she does so without question. Her strides were short and slow to keep pace with him. A long silence spanned between them for some time. Once they neared the beach, he finally spoke again. Her lobes flicked forward and back as she registered the name. Olaf. She didn't know him, but that wasn't really a surprise. She barely knew anyone here anymore. "Dogun, I'm sorry." Her tail tickles between her haunches in the passing breeze. "What can I do to help?"