The last converstation she had with Rougaru didn't reveal the information she was looking for. She can't ask him directly or she might give herself away, but the sense of danger still looms over her. If he ever found out her beautiful love story with Akela might come to an abrupt end. How could she ask her lover to choose between herself and his own sire? With his mom gone it only made the decision more hard. She would understand his choice if he did choose Rougaru. She would do the same for their children. She would take them somewhere safe if the need comes.

Thankfully, Paradise has been quiet lately. She has been able to enjoy her little family in peace, watching her children grow into young adults. It felt awfully strange to watch the pro ess when she was just a young mare herself. She fell for romance at too young if an age, but what could she do about it now? Akela made her so happy. Thirst takes hold of the mare so she travels towards one of the closest streams. It was here that she spies the colt caked with mud. She giggles as he reminds her of her own daughters who love to torture their mother by getting dirty. She understands how this colt's mother must feel.

But she doesn't see his mother and the thickness of the boy’s coat causes her to grow suspicious. That did not seem like an Atlantis native winter coat. That coat was build for much cooler weather. She knows instantly that he is not from here. Her heart sinks even as she watches the joy on his face as he plays. She couldn't help herself, she had to ask the boy. Bathsheba nickers to him softly before starting a slow approach to the water's edge. "That looks like fun!" She smiles with enthusiasm even though the back of her mind held dark thoughts about why he was here.

"I've never seen you around here before. Where is your momma?" She prays this colt wasn't stripped of his birth mother. Unless, or course, the mother was truly unfit. Somehow she doubted it.