She bounced, she danced, she frolicked after her friend as they escaped the Lagoon. Cherish was happy to be leaving even though she understood her son would be mad, but she hated it there. She used to love the Lagoon when Cullen was a young boy, but the place has turned sour in the reign of her child. On top of that, Cullen was mean to her and even forced her to have the filly that clung to her side. Just like Augustine had before he was weaned, Clarity was attached to her mother. Cherish didn't know if that was because she needed her to survive or because she loved her. Despite the creation of the child, Cherish loved her baby.
Having no one else, Cherish kept close to Macabre and followed wherever she trailed. Clarity, of course, followed her dam so a train was forming behind the flexan chestnut mare. That night, Cherish lay curled up with her black and white foal, not too far from the mare who saved her. Blue eyes open to find the darkened land beginning to lighten up, but macabre gone. Panic sets in as the bay mare leap up and nudge her child awake. She begins to bleat for her friend and as that fails, search.
It was Clarity who found the mare rooting around at the grass. The filly approaches the mare and sniffs her, that little pick nose barely brushing against her shoulder. Cherish follows her daughter in a frazzled mess. Her mane was as wild as her eyes. "Macabre?" She questions the mare between heavy breaths. Her friend didn't look happy and neither was she after that scare of being left alone.