She breathed in sharply, cold air cutting her lungs. This wasn't going to be easy.
"Chezter's dead. He was insane and tried to attack me bacause of the horse I had loved." she tells him in a low voice, so the other horses couldn't hear.
"Now that I know that she's his sister, I don't know how to tell her." which was true, impart. She looked to the east, twords her beloved Chamber.
She let out a sigh.
"I wish I could have said farewell, Gryffin." she says, trying to consol herself. She shook her head.
"After Chezter died, I had given birth to three foals, but didn't have the strength to name the others. Only Rebellious Child, whom I call My Little Rebel, made it. He doesn't even know who I am, other than my name." Telling the stallion this panged her heart, made it hunger for her son even more.
"Then, after being weak from the battle and giving birth, I bled out and died. She could feel some tears begining to form, the first she had felt in a while.
"But, earlier today, somehow I came back. I feel like Beqanna needs me, somehow. I-I" she stammers,
"I feel like I need you, Willoway. I need someone I can trust with my secrets. I need a shoulder to cry on. I need someone to tell them 'I love you.' she's crying at the end, resting her head on his shoulder.
"I want my son back." She whispered gently.
ooc: Ooh, you seem to have gotten on the good side of her! She made me do this.
Not that I mind. Oh, and did I mention nobody else has seen this side of her before?