Fríða stomped down the beach as fast as her swollen belly would allow her, golden ears pinned flat to the curve of her neck and her mouth set into a scowl. She was still unfathomably pissed that Ender had tried to snatch Paradise right out from under her, waltzing in like he'd already laid claim to the verdant jungle. She'd put him in his place, of course, but it was still unclear to her if she'd managed to come out on top in that particular confrontation. That only served to make her more angry - it felt like they were at another stalemate, just as they'd been the first time they'd met.

Just another thing to add to her growing list of 'whatevers'.

She rounded the sharp curve of the beach just in time to see a figure in the distance lift its head and release a call into the warm winter wind. Fríða stopped short, anger morphing into surprise as she released a greeting call of her own. Had he always been here? she wondered, trying to recall any signs of another that she might've seen in the past day or so... but nothing came to mind, and Fríða could only conclude that she was looking at the first ever visitor to the new Paradise queendom.

In an effort to convey some sense of pride (despite hers being thoroughly bruised) and authority (which she was feeling shaky on now thanks to Ender), Fríða lifted her head high and called back to him, purpose imbued in each step. If she were honest, she was in no mood to deal with interloping stallions after her encounter with Ender mere hours ago, but this was a chance to make a good impression and establish her foothold as the true leader of Paradise.

As she approached she took in the sight of him, trying to place if she'd seen him somewhere before. But he didn't look like any horse she'd seen before, and she's sure she would remember this one. His hide was uniquely patterned, patches of dark brown splotched against a background of tan-and-ivory, and his cerulean eyes stood out from behind a multi-hued forelock. He was pretty, and for a brief moment Fríða was struck with envy, sure her own palomino coat must pale in comparison next to his.

Still she approached without trepidation, burying her suspicion and anxiety under a paper-thin layer of confidence. Her voice was firm and her eyes set into a hard gleam as she said, "Welcome to Paradise - who are you?", usual pleasantries forgotten in the face of her slowly waning exasperation.