Foaling each of her own foals brought on a worsening sense her mind was fading into some dull oblivion.
Melody felt this happening, as if by mating and giving birth, with each foal she dropped a bit more of what was her mentally went along with the foal. As if then a part of the inbred instincts of the animal she was, her human knowledge had blended with the instincts; granting to each of her foals more knowledge and a sense of understanding their own existence.
As it happened Melody felt drained but in as much, elated that what she had spawned would go forth and increase, and create, giving reason to her life and bettering the lives of those she loved.
Even her favorite stallion seemed to agree, he like the others so damned to become as a beast and animal for the delights of the acting Circe woman, he felt it an honor to breed Melody, and as well the other previously human mares that stood willingly and eager, their at Circe's stables.