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." Maybe this Rougaru wasn't as bad as he seemed. Perhaps there was something deeper to him, beyond that predatory glare. Macabre wasn't foolish enough to hope for such futile things. She was wary and cautious of course, but she would give Rougaru the chance to show his true colors. It wasn't as if she had much else of a choice, anyway. The rain continues to drench them and the land, but the storm is finally beginning to wane. Nevertheless, the Codebreaker of the Peak is relieved to see the entrance to the rocky cavern up the way. She squints through the rain drops as the stallion is the first to disappear inside. Macabre nips Cherish against her soaken shoulder, pausing before following the stallion into the dark and damp cave. She gives Cherish a stricken look. Who knows what waited for them inside those boulder walls. Macabre would do her best to protect them to the best of her abilities. She then boobed her head and coaxed the mare and filly inside. The quarters were cramped and humid, but anything beat the onslaught of the rain outside. Macabre gave her copper-colored coat a good shake, sending her heavy, wet blonde mane to lap against her thin neck. "Thank you." She said calmly toward the stallion. If nothing else, she could thank him for leading them out of the storm. "Your kindness is much appreciated." She reiterates with the flick of her wet tail. It lands against the side of the haunches with a dull thwack. "We don't anticipate being a bother to you for very long. Once we've had some time to rest, and after this storm passes, we'll be on our way." Macabre's dark eyes study the stallion now, trying to anticipate how he'll take this news. It was important that Macabre make their intentions known and crystal clear to this stallion. They would not be saying here in Paradise with him. "Our sisters from the Peak will begin to worry if we're gone too long." She adds, a fib, but a little white one. "They'll be sure to send our warriors to come find us right away." I saw him weeping there in human form, observing the stilled image of her grace; and more than once he raised his eyes toward Heaven, where that sweet soul already had its home, which once, on earth, had worn enchanting flesh." |