Ciara sighed, more lucid moments had come. The madness was still there. However she knew that it was no excuese. Maybe it was however it was still bad. She was a danger to the herd. So now she knew what she had to do. She had been saving Yew berries. And now she waited.
The black mare had called for Arem. She would tell him what she had done, explain herself. It had been in her madness that she had killed the only stallion she had truly loved. She didn't know what she had done it. It haunted her, ate her soul. She prayed Arem would be kind to her memory, that he would understand that she had not been truly lucid when she had killed Feoras. It hadn't been her fault. She had been driven to madness. Maybe the madness had always been there. This had just caused it to surface.
However it remained, she was a danger to the herd. And she had betrayed her honour. At least now her postition of warrior would live on in her daughter. Maybe her daughter would even become shoulder commander. The herd didn't need Ciara, didn't need a warrior who wasn't mentally stable.