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She sighed and stood. Opening her mind to the little dragon again, she sent peaceful images, letting Twilight know she was not upset with her before walking away. Absentmindedly, she began to move around the room, tidying things up and making sure the bar was looking nice, avoiding having any further conversation about the care of dragons with Reeve. The dragons of this place were different than the dragons of the land they knew. There was no arguing this point and to talk about it would lead to that argument and she refused to go there.

Turning slowly to the dragon, she looked as if she were on the verge of tears. "I like him fine. Reeve wished to forget me. I respect his wishes and will leave him alone." she said, her words completely devoid of emotion. After a moment, she smiled a bit, her eyes looking brighter. "Worry not, young one."

She smiled at the little dragon and shook her head. "Quite the opposite. I made him a promise, I do not make promises lightly and I have yet, in my memory, to break one." she explained, again bobbing her head respectfully to the dragon.

She smiled, a slight feeling of entertainment could be felt as she answered. "The opposite of wanting to forget is wanting to remember always. I do not wish to give up on him, I have not done so. My promise to him was that I would remain by his side for as long as he desired. In this moment .. he no longer wishes for me to be by his side .. so strongly did he feel this way that he .." she stopped as a fresh wave of sorrow and pain flashed through her mind, she quickly closed their mental link. She would not allow herself to let little Twilight feel such pain in her young life. Turning away, she took a moment to collect herself before continuing to speak. "Reeve decided it would be better not to have any memories of what we had .. of who I am .. rather, who I was to him."

She moved to Twilight's side and lowered herself to her knees beside the little dragon. Without hesitation, she gently lifted Twilights head, placing her chin over her knees. A moment later, a comfortable bed appeared under Twilight, making sure she was very comfortable. Gently she ran a fingertip between her eyes, helping to ease the young one to a comfortable sleep. "Perhaps Reeve and I will speak another time. Presently, he is concerned for you - as he should be. Your health and your happiness are the priority, ok?" she said, looking to her with a smile. She sent more calming images and feelings as she tried to make the little dragon comfortable for sleep.

When Twilight fell asleep, she smiled brightly, pleased that she was able to help the little dragon off to sleep. When Reeve returned and touched her shoulder, she looked up to him with a bright smile until he moved away. Her smile fell again and she nodded when he spoke, not meeting his eyes. "My pleasure." she replied honestly. When he left with Twilight, she realized how empty and alone she felt. Inhaling deeply, she dismissed herself and her thoughts, instead tidying up what she had created for twilight to sleep on, unmaking it just as easily as she had made it. As she did this, her eyes filled with tears - she was gone with a small pop before any could fall, as they had been threatening to do.

Footsteps echoed up the archway which lead to the darkness of Crow's dungeon. Heavy feet on stone steps sounded off, next the smell of blood would come rolling in. Blood and sweat mostly, finally the source for all of this came into the room. Yawgmoth. Fresh wounds seemed to cover his entire back, scratch marks mostly. Bite marks on his neck and chest some bleeding explaining the smell of blood. It was quite obvious what he'd been doing, he only ever allowed one person, one woman to break his skin open like that and continue to let the wounds bleed freely. After what they had done yesterday and most of the evening Yawgmoth had finally returned to the surface. He wore nothing but pants that were dirty and crumbled as if they had been lying on a floor forever and he'd just picked them up and put them on in a hurry.

Scanning over the room the crimson eyes of the tyrant spied but one living creature. The whore he had marked to toy with later, eating at the bar. Yawgmoth did not feel like putting up with her again today unless she decided to go at it first. He rather boldly walked right by her on the opposite side of the bar and fumbled around for something to drink.