In all of her time on Atlantis and she had never really ventured outside of the Harbor. The Shore was a much-welcome comfort and having new companions to call her own conspired to breathe life into her once more. For her fortune, the journey wasn't as long as that of the commons. Slipping through the dense foliage she arrives close to the territory of Paradise. She wasn't quite sure what to expect but her call rang out. Most alliances were forged with children being promised and yet she had nothing of the sort, nor would she choose to force her children off to be paired with a stranger.

Ambling closer the woman skirts the invisible borders that separated the Shore from Paradise. Curiosity and boldness call for her to slip into the depths of the Jungle, but restraint and the desire to make a reasonable impression plant her just inside the jungle herd. Her hoofs paw the soft but compact earth impatiently...to her credit she wasn't a very patient being. Half of her kicked herself for not trying to drag Bardoul along, at least to show him the interior of the isle was lovely and had delicate fruits he could enjoy. Anything to get him out of his sour moods. Her thoughts couldn't wander for long as the sound of hoofbeats caught her attention, azure eyes scanning the horizon for whoever came to answer her call.