It surprised the black mare to hear the voice that came from the mare they had to meet was terse when ordering them to follow her. Astarte's ears twist, a tad crestfallen. She had latched onto the hope that finally arriving here would be the answer to her problems, but it seemed their arrival had been preceded by something unfortunate that had drawn Snapdragon's countenance. Still, it doesn't stop the mare or her spotted brother from glancing one after the other at the bay male next to them before moving forward to follow the lead mare. Carthage followed soundlessly without a glance in their direction.
For a moment, the mare's thoughts turned to the burgeoning child within her. Her mind dared not think of the moonless night she'd been separated from her brothers and found by the wandering, mad brute who'd put the child in her belly. Nightmares had plagued her ever since. They depicted now a faceless child in the night, and a dark stranger on the verge of the woods beyond. The recurring nightmares felt like an axe hanging overhead, waiting to drop. Astarte would suppose that was why she was so desperate to finally be here where her visions had led them. Maybe now they would stop. The trio follow the painted lady dutifully as she led them deeper into Paradise, stepping not a hoof off the trail.