Despite what you might think, I did not follow Destry. In fact, it was only by chance we ended up together once again. A toothy grin formed on my pink maw, the corners of my mouth tilting upwards. That was mine. That electric girl, with the light hair, was mine. She was what lulled me here, not the songs of the cream egg. Love was stronger than the sweet noises of an unhatched animal. I moved to the dark mare's side, her own song lifting into the air.

Her voice is beautiful, easing my nerves, allowing me the bliss of forgetting my stress. Why doesn't she sing more often? We always seem to need an uplifting song in the Throat. If I had such a spectacular voice, all I would do is sing. I'd sing my heart out day and night. Though, my voice is far from splendid. In fact, it's an awkward mix between a bat's screech and Earth God's voice. Once the singing has ceased, I begin. I am truly content, but my song will not portray the easier parts of life, yet it will not be a call for pity. This, my friends, is a song of triumph.

"There are two things I know are real.
The first is the brutality and cruelty of
my once-lonely heart.
It's a constant,
no change.

My sadness is a fog,
but you can't blow it away.
It's like the fog of the Edge.
Here to stay.

My fire,
oh, it used to be bright.
I used to burn hot like the Throat.
Truthfully, I got into one serious fight,
and my walls had crumbled.

My life,
it used to be vibrant.
There were rainbows of colors,
and waterfalls of joy.
Have I been too coy?
I'll only admit it now,
I do rather enjoy
the land of the Falls.

Now I'm cold.
Not physically, but mentally.
I've not grown old,
though it does seem so.
However, if I were to be old,
would I not need to be wise, also?
It's not wise to sneak into herds,
especially those guarded by machines.
I've learnt this from the Basin,
the place that reflects my very soul.

And yet, now I can mumble simple words
Words that I thought were so complex.
Is it too late to say those words?
Here are the words, for those that bother to listen:
I am sorry for the delay,
you deserved an I'm sorry,
Many days ago.

Days of endless struggle,
melting into hope.
A storm of depression,
sliding away.
Hope, it's where I'm headed.
Though I'm left with one quick question.
Will you sail with me...?
Me and my family?
Even if we fail?"

I could feel my pent up emotions spew out. My song, it was not about the glory days of bonding. I've learnt the horrors of losing a companion due to foolishness-- I am half crazy because of it. In no way will I ever forget Shilva, but I won't try to dwell on the fact she is gone. I've accepted it, no matter how much I wish it wasn't true. A part of me wishes this egg could fill a part of the empty void that is my mind, my soul, my one-sided bond.

Quietly, I begin thinking about my song. My first section of lyrics, stanza 1, my once-lonely heart. I scooted closer to Destry, seeking comfort and security from my mate. Then my song flipped paths, and I had started singing of the herds. The Edge, oh, I had caused pain there. No longer, am I bitter over anything that had happened there, that had all been my fault. From the moment of acceptance, to the death of Shilva-- my fault. Then I sang about the Throat. I had been one happy camper, until my fight with a unicorn. This one fight, it spiraled my life downwards. That is when I had left the Throat. I am back there now, yet I still don't feel safe under their care. I was safe in the Edge, not in the Throat. The falls, that was a complicated place. I had saved Destry from them, and I don't regret that decision. However, the land was marvelous. The basin, my song nailed it perfectly. That land is me in every way. Then, came my apology. I'm sorry Africa, Gaucho, Kahlua, Kaj, Faeanne, Fall's horses, Ryuu, Silk, Rostislav, Mauja, and everyone else I hurt. I truly am sorry.

I ended my song with a question. Does this egg truly want to sail with Destry, myself, our future foals, and my raspy voice?

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