Ruinil was startled by Bartuc's and flinched. "Good gods, Bartuc... You scared me half to death!" She sighed. She blushed from Bartuc's remark about her being a good mother. "Yes well... A caring mother does not necessarily mean a good mother." 

Ruinil sighed then smiled amused by Bartuc's request. "My beloved you are still a wee babe, I am afraid. You have yet to know the cruelty and shun that I have. They do not think good of our kind... And I fear that they never will think anything but that when it comes to us. The scars etched deep into my body are proof of that."

A thick blanket of fog, summoned by Ruinil's song, covered the clearing, enveloping her as she started to sing once again. Her voice slowly faded away and when the fog had finally cleared, Ruinil had already moved on and was no where to be seen.