Poetic Flare journeys a short jog across the way to go and see Braveheart. It has been many months time since their last visit. She knocks on the door to his house. She freezes as her nirnblood powers sense something dark, evil. It feels almost like hatred. She remains frozen in place as Braveheart answers the door, happy to see her.
“I knew you’d come to me” He reaches out to hold Poetic Flare, she flinches still feeling the darkness within him. The flinch upset and almost angered him. He steps aside “Poetic I want you to be with me, be my gypsy Queen you’ll accept wont you?” Braveheart says cooly, petting her cheek.
“I-I cant.” Poetic Flare says, gently trying not to hurt him. He was furious!
“You cant do this to me! I’m the gypsy king! We were meant to be Poetic! Cant you see!?” Poetic Flare begins to leave slowly. This angered Prophetic even more. “You cant do this Poetic!” He shouts as he charges and fires off a charm spell. Poetic was a sharp one, she cast a steadfast ward in the way and blocked his charms
“You’re not the stallion I once knew…” she whispered and ran away.

They each shed tears in this moment
His of rejection from the mare he longed for since he laid eyes on her.
Hers of loss for the stallion she believed was now lost to both her and himself.