There is one and then there are two. Two strangers that watch with sad eyes as the little creature is crushed beneath his game. It doesn't even occur to him what he has done is wrong, that it is twisted. Libertad stares at them in confusion, a colt only slightly older than himself standing silently. Then the mare comes forward and buries the frog. He tilts his head, turning his body towards them. The fae's tiny leonine tail flicks about as he just watches. There is curiosity on his face as the mare buries the frog and then puts a small flower over it. Curiously Libertad moves towards it, roses blooming and bursting as he moves. This flower isn't like his own.. It doesn't fade or disappear.. It simply stays there covering the corpse of his plaything. He looks up at the mare and stares at the mare.

"Why?" Libertad asks. "Why d'this?" He leans down and sniffs the flower before looking up at the mare. "Why tha'there?" He gestures to the flower. "Why d'it stay?" The boy demonstrates his own magic, traipsing about in a circle. Roses bloom and burst, soon a circle of red forms. Blood pools together in a sickening puddle. How unnerving his flowers might be don't occur to him, because they simply a part of him.. They have been there since birth just like his cough. A small cough seizes him and he turns away from the two equines. Libertad still eyes the flower curiously, and he is overwhelmed with the desire to possess it, take it for himself. What a waste for it to be adorning the gravesite of some thing when it could be his. He will treasure it or perhaps give it to d'Arcy. Surely d'Arcy would like it, because it is from him. Libertad is her wombmate, her brother, her twin, no one can surpass him in her eyes. d'Arcy will love any gift he brings he decides. "... d'Arcy will like this.." He mumbles. "She'll like this.. Make d'Arcy smile." He reaches forward towards the flower and scoops it up into his jaws carefully. "For d'Arcy.. d'Arcy w'like pretty. Yessum like the pretty."

The fact he is grave robbing isn't even a thought. The fact he seems completely heartless isn't even an occurence. Libertad just wants to show his sister something pretty, show her that he loves her, that she should love him. He will bring her pretty things, he will make her happy. No one is as good to her as him. They shared the womb together, surely that means something to her. Maybe along the way he can find something pretty for Mother as well. He toddles along on knobby legs with his stolen treasure, leaving a trail of blood behind him, pleased with his little gift.