It has been a long time since she has been to Tinuvel. The trip was overdue, but unfortunately she was not here on good terms. Nor was she here to speak with Solomon like she wanted to. She was herded and confined to a new part of Tinuvel she has never explored. A stallion of all black (similar to herself in some ways) had taken here from Paradise and trapped her here. Not a word was uttered from the stallion no matter how hard she tried to get him to speak. He was strange.

There was this familiar feeling about his scent that she couldn't place. This feeling was just like the feeling she had gotten when Annubis claimed her in the commons years ago. It makes her curious if the reason was the same. Annubis turned out to be her uncle though he creepily held onto her for some reason. Was all of Rougaru's children like this? Her memories of her father felt so different. Perhaps he had been the only sane one.

Alas, it would seem she would not find out the answer this time. This stallion would not speak to her aside from the occasional grunts. Very strange fellow. A sigh leaves the petite mare's lips as she walks the length of the Bay. She lets out a lonely call thinking there may be someone out there that could explain things to her. Just who was this leader of the Bay?