There is nothing that gives Cynthia Van Der Rose a bigger charge, then pushing the button on her remote, and down come the drawbridge to her families castle. Then, raising high a lantern, she shouts;

“Ego Ariona tellus? Mea auferet somnum exterreri solebat? auferetur!”

(“I am Arion! Away my beloved Nightmare! Away!”)

And off she speed along the canal to her Latin Poerty Club where she will really lay it on them, another line about Cynthia, along with her interprutations of the poem of her favorite Latin Poet, Sextus Propertius, who caught her eyes when she spotted her horse, in one of his poems. Soon after, she grabbed Arion, the rock star who rides a seahorse, and then a dolphin that Cynthia turned into a Nightmare, because she wanted to crush her shy critiques who accused her of hogging the show, and getting away with it because she comes…