She didn't know how she would do it, but she would get back home. Just like she returned from the Lagoon. It was just unfortunate that she no longer had Persephone and Evern on her side. The duo was the only reason she returned from the Lagoon. It was becoming obvious with their absence that coming home would be even harder this time. She just prays there was someone out there watching over her little Grizel.

Dark thoughts hold her mind in a haze as she blindly watches the herd from afar. That is until someone decides to join her. The dark painted mare whiskers. At first Maeve doesn't belive the mare the mare is talking to her. She thinks maybe there was someone else behind her until the mare stroll her way. The younger female leaves the comfort of her friends to join her, alone in the darkness. Maeve knows instantly that she is now like the blackened stallion that keeps her here.

Her large head nods at the mare's warm hello. Maeve gives her a small smile in an attempt to not appear rude, but also not to hide her displeasure. The smile does not stay on her lips. It dissapears as the mare continues her greeting. Kohelet, she says her name was, followed by the question of her own name. "Maeve," She answers softly. Her eyes move past the mare back the the herd she left. They don't seem to mind this Kohelet, but Maeve was not worried about the rest of the herd. Just the deamhan that commands them.

But she cannot help the questions that form next. She tries to shove then down, but Kohelet speaks again. This mare asks how she was liking the Bay. Maeve cannot help herself at this point. She completly ignores the mare's question and asks one of her own. "You like that deamhan?" Dual eyes stare at the mare instensely. "I see you with him sometimes." She knows this mare spends time with the deamhan that holds her hostage. She snorts as her head shakes a few times. As her eyes remeet the mare she has a glimpse of the sweet foal she met prior. Was that poor soul their baby together?

"He keeps me here," She growls. "I do not like this 'Bay'." She stomps her back left hoof. She did not care if this mare knew her displeasure. Everyone could know she did not fall for the deamhan's charm. She was not a fool.



Translation(s):
deamhan – demon

*Note: Using google translate so most likely I am butchering this language.