"A sin, perhaps, but one which all suffer in one way or another, Lord Ferinus. But is it not true that many aspire to give birth, or to live a long life? Why is mine so different? All I wish for is to show that I am more than my parents ever were, to prove I can fight as only my breed can. Is it such a crime to want to prove yourself, my lord?" Another smirk played across my lips at this, yet quickly died, unsustainable on my features, but I said nothing, blue roan ears flicking forward again, listening to her continue. In the long run, I'll probably end up dead, and in hell. But what does that matter, if I achieve even one thing which no one expected I could?" She was true for saying that. Like many of my breed, their sins put them in hell, but I would look for any glimmer of hope to keep them away, normally it was too late- or I felt the need to condemn my kind to endless torture in the fiery pits."At the minute, I need a home my lord. I could have gone, as any other, and found a home out there. But my ambition said no. It led me here, told me to at least try to gain acceptance into your herd. I don't know why I was led here other than that, but I have to try, you understand?" My eyes locked on the mare firmly, now realizing her ambition had truly drove her here, to simply be a part of a God's herd, to feel, and in all reality, be powerful beyond belief. To have enemies, who would cower when they learned who led the herd of that they were speaking to. "That I do."

"Perhaps, my lord, because she is willing to change, to learn to live without huge sin. Because here she would not have to murder as she would out there. Because she needs a guide through life and none is better than yourself. But perhaps you don't care, my lord, perhaps you should just turn her away. I listened to her, and instantly knew she was being sincere, although the thought of her daring to say that I didn't care about my creations sent an unnoticed, masked jolt of anger through me, that swiftly died, "Now now, my dear, I care about my creations just as much Afriel does hers- save from my brothers and I, but I lack the nurturing heart of a mother that Afriel contains." My voice was just as sincere as hers, my red and black eyes, looking over the proud mare, a true Ignis with every fiber of her being.