Fyglia looked down at the young foal with a fanged smile. A genuine smile this time. "Find another suitor to replace him then watch the next one leave as well. Perhaps that my last suitor would wish to stay close instead of leave. But that's the life of cold blooded killers." Hissing lightly as her tail swished to and fro. Frowning lightly, patting her with her out stretched wing. "Giving up before you have even grown up is a sad sight. Promise me you'll keep on trying and hopefully find some..." She said sternly. She felt as if Amelia was her own foal, but knew that she wasn't. She moved her wing away trying to keep herself from being motherly. "I have been around for a while, but I never stopped to find someone to have my offspring. Even though he won't stay, he'll always be with me."