In another life she knew she would befriend this mare. Maeve has never had much trouble making friends, if they were kind, but these islands have been nothing but trails. She meets the most beautiful souls in the Forest only for a beast to find her. At first, she thought she had escaped all the bhiasts from back home, but it seems bhiasts are everywhere. There was no escaping them. She would not change herself to fit into their world. Maeve would stay the same, keep her ideals, and try not to befriend those that follow them.

I do, Kohelet responds to her question. The red mare snorts in response. She knew it. The painted mare goes on to explain how Fell protects her and how she has raised their family here. Maeve just stands tall like a boulder unwilling to move. Fell…. was that his name? Well, Fell has already gotten to her before showing his dark intentions. Maeve was fortunate enough to see the darkness right from the start as he ripped her away from her daughters. She claims to ‘love’ him. Maeve shudders. This poor mare really thought she was in love.

Her large skull shakes as the mare asks if there was anything she could do to help. There was nothing a lovesick mare to the deamhan could do for her. She will wait a bit longer for help to arrive before trying to take matters into her own hooves. ”No.” She says with a hint of anger in her voice. The red mare then turns to escape the rest of the pleasantries of this conversation. She had nothing more to say here today.



Translation(s):
deamhan – demon
bhiasts - beasts

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