A sigh escapes my lips. Of course he doesn't want to take Frost. You're such an idiot! She's way too young! I feel like banging my head against a tree or something, but there are no trees. With a fake smile painted across black lips I look up, smiling a bit. "Alright then." I dip my head, my brain still planning on killing him someday. When he speaks of the Basin I lift my head, watching him standing there. "I'll see you sooner than you think." These words are more devious than I intended, but they are whispered to only myself. I lash my lion tail, waiting for Descaro to leave. If only I could lunge at him. Maybe he won't expect it. NO! You will not try and kill your own child's father.

My life truly is a tragic love story. I shouldn't go into detail or anything, but it get's pretty lubby-dubby somewhere back there. Especially between me and Descaro. But my past, past. Way before Helovia. Now that was tragic. I shake my head, I don't even want to think about it. I was played twice by two handsome stallions that I truly loved. The other one ended tragically. For the stallion anyway. I had gone into such a fit of rage. It was horrible. A shiver runs down my spine, and I force myself to stop, caging these memories in and keeping them there. For now.

The roan babe watches her father, a little pouty expression comes over her face, and she begins to open her mouth."But mommmeeeee! I wanna-" Her mother places her lion tail over her mouth for what seems like the millionth time. Why didn't her mother want her speaking? The filly begins to whinny to her father, whining."Daddy!" She cries out, reaching her black muzzle towards him. She tried to step forward but her mother's blue roan body stepped in front of her in a flash. A stern look was given to the little roan, and she backed away slowly.

I sigh, turning back to Descaro, getting one last look at his figure. Then I lead my daughter forward, my black and pink muzzle nudging her towards home. Which, coincidentally was the Basin. But I was purposely taking a longer route, so there wasn't an awkward silence between Descaro and me. We weren't a happy family. We were like a wound that would never heal. I was one side of the wound and Descaro was the other, and our daughter was that bandage that would always keep us together very loosely.

Gentle blue eyes drift to Descaro's own eyes before releasing the gaze and drifting to the ground. I turn my head and walk forward, away from Descaro. There we were, that broken family that would never again be a family. We were more like the mare who was played by a stallion and ended with a child. The wind picks up my mane and tosses it about as I head down a small hill of tall grass. The sun setting beside me, it's colors danced upon my side, and one, single tear falls to the earth.

[[I suddenly feel like manipping this scene. xP But anyway, this is over now I guess.]]