Every week seemed to be different. Her first week in Paradise was filled with depression to the point she stopped eating. The second week was filled with regret as she scarfed food down in hopes she could make up for last week. Her child didn't deserve her hate despite who its father was. This week, the depression was setting back in, but this time she forced herself to eat. She ate small meals throughout the day, but at least she was eating.

Her white tail slaps against her right as she grazes, lazily nibbling at the blades of grass around her. It didn't help that autumn grass wasn't that tasty. Her eyes states focused on the grass below, but her ears were alert to any sounds of an approach of another. Paradise was quiet, but she had seen a few mares roam by. She wishes to ask what they thought of Rougaru. She feared he might be a good stallion to his other mares, but cruel to his captives.

Her barrel was growing every day as a reminder of who's foal she carried. She tried to not think of the day Rougaru stripped her from the Prairie, but it was difficult not too. It was difficult not to think of the look on Primrose's face. It was hard to keep herself from trying to escape back to Shamwari and confess her feelings. She vowed if she ever saw him again that she would tell him exactly how she felt.