Myrin craddles the girl and kisses her forehead.<br/>"I don't know little one, but what I do know is that we have no choice but to be here, we are prisoners of this place and there is not escaping it. Maybe if the man that owns us is nice enough he will find you parents and invite them to stay here with us. As for you question of trust I do not know anymore, all that I can say is listen to your heart, do what it says, and you'll never go wrong." With that the stallion lays down and a mighty garden springs where he sits. A glistening white tree hides the couple from the rest of the world, with its dense thick branches.