It would seem fitting she would return to Paradise where she met the fated Rougaru. Not long after their brief encounter, she had began to experience the side effects of their coupling. Some level of regret had boded the ebony mares thoughts. The weakness the pregnancy had brought her had certainly played a factor in her loss of the Harbor. Mjölnir had not stayed in the Harbor long after propositioning her for shared leadership. At the time, N.asa was still mulling her losses of her home for straying to Salem for too long that her leadership became stale. Now she didn't know what to do. She certainly didn't want to return to Salem again. N.asa sidles the borders of Paradise and the Harbor knowing full well that a new queen has erected herself in the peaceful serenity of her once humble abode. The heavily pregnant Arabian knew the time was drawing near, though she did not anticipate the time would be today.

She supposed it could have been the stress, or maybe it was just fate, but those initial stabs of labor certainly took her breath away. The dark mare settled in the cover of the dense jungle, stress radiating from her lithe frame. A downed mare was an easy target for the cats that preyed in the sanctity of this area. She paws progressively at the ground, pacing back and forth as each contraction tightens her barrel. A sheen of sweat coats her slender neck. Hours seemed to have passed before she can no longer stand, weakness overtaking her limbs. She sinks to the moist grounds of the jungle in exhaustion. The birth was difficult, taking longer than what most would. Perhaps this was punishment for her encounter with the King of Paradise. A distinct urge to push overtakes her as she lay on her side. Her head rests against the coolness of the Earth, a welcome feeling to her now overly warm body. A short time later she finally expels the foal in sweet relief. N.asa can barely lift her head to regard the small bay filly as it flops in the dirt. A feeling of mixed emotions paint her face as she regards the young filly. N.asa had never considered the possibility of children after the loss of her human child long ago. A sense of pride and fear stalls her from greeting the little foal. She stares at her for several minutes before slowly rising to clean the little one and offer her to nurse. Her body aches tremendously as she carefully scans her surroundings for others.