This whole situation is spinning wildly out of control. Rowena feels hot anger rising within her. The liver chestnut mare reminds her so much of her mother, or of some of the company she kept. Different in many ways, their venom stings the same. Several snide remarks bubble up in her throat but Rowena swallows them down. Initiating further conflict will gain them nothing. Ailill is in enough trouble as it is. Not wanting to endanger him any further the black mare turns on her heel and is swallowed, once again, by the Ridge.

Strides first depart with clear purpose. Every step is full of crisp intent. Rowena picks her way carefully through the forest, thick with dense undergrowth fed by the sun-soaked Paradise beyond. But soon efforts to climb the grade diminish. Rowena loses purposeful strides to stumbling steps. Fresh tears obscure her vision. All she can hear is Ailill's snort echo through her mind.

For so long, her daydreams saw nothing but joy, spinning through the silver mists of the falls, or under the magic eye of the moon. Through white winters and warm summers, one fixture remained a constant, and that was the golden stallion she now knows to be Ailill.

Today, her dreams have been shaken from her.

What did that snort mean? Will their romance never be more than a fantasy? Will her breeding and her background once more tarnish the silver life she wants to lead?

Perhaps it's for the best that Ailill loses interest in her. The thought of Ailill suffering as a price for their love pains her. The thought of Ailill suffering as price for the liver mare's careless attitude revives the anger boiling just below the surface. If that mare does anything to get Ailill hurt, Rowena vows to show her how alike she and her father can truly be.

OOC: If anyone follows Rowena, please continue in the Ridge. If not, then she's done with this scenario. Either way, she's done with this thread. ^^