She did always have a thing for beautiful places and Paradise was very beautiful. She is reminded on the first place the met when she was here. There were a ton of differences, but the way she loved their first home was intense. Things had still been drama filled as she tried to plot against his current Queen and lover, but their relationship had been fire. Rougaru had been entranced by her body and Beowulf was born shortly after. Their Beowulf not this other colt he had running around with the same name. Their Beowulf was an adult now with foals of his own. Two sons and one daughter to be exact. Even their Ceolwulf had a young daughter. Their girls were probably old enough to start families of their own as well. Especially their eldest daughter with no name (if she was ever alive).

It was hard to toss everything they have been through away like trash. She should consider this with what Rougaru has done to her now, but she still came back. Of course, there was no plans on staying here because of her lover back on the main island. He was so handsome and had eagerly filled her belly with his seed. What else could an attention seeking woman want out of life? Just someone handsome to give them all the attention they wanted. Sure, he had spent a nice with another mare or two, but he had no one else following him around like she was. It would be time to get back to chasing him around soon.

Her teasing was met with snapping teeth. Himena’s ears laid back against the white of her skull as her teeth bear at him in anger. He was always the same, always angry at her. There were no apologies or pleadings for her to come back. He did not care about her anymore. Did he ever? His comment sends her boiling like water. She snaps the air between them followed by a quick snort. ”He is waiting for me back at home.” Honestly she did not know that he was. She did not care of the stallion in a way of love, but as a possession. He was her current play thing that she wasn’t done playing with yet. ”He waits for me unlike you.” She seethes as the lie bursts from her lips. ”I see you got your home back from the tiny mare.” Himena laughs with a flick of her tail as she pokes at his recent situation. It was truly funny to have such a tiny mare claim his home out from under his nose.

That mare was the reason she was now free from him and his beautiful home.

Bathsheba moves closer to the older colt as she displays her displeasure of their parent’s outbursts. She was young, but she already could tell her mother was a mess. As her mother teases and taunts the silver bay stallion, she would meet the foals of the territory. This is how she could make friends across the islands and where ever her mother drug her to. She could make some fun for herself while she ignores her mother’s true intentions. ”Hello,” she says with a proud smile. Her grulla head holds high with status even though she knows she had nothing to offer anyone. Still, the girl was proud of who she was. ”My name is Bathsheba. Is that your daddy?” She asks the colt this even though it was obvious this stallion was his sire.

The buckskin colt didn’t seem pleased to have her interacting with him, but the filly still stands close to him. Her confidence shined off her like a beacon of light.