Cain had shown her the cave Geneva resided in, but she avoided the area to give the larger mare space. Geneva had been nice of their first meeting, but Primrose had not talked to her enough to know her true nature or know how she was as a mother. Geneva would rush her out if she tried to cool off in the cave's shade or drink the cool water the cave held hidden inside. Instead, she stays near the oasis where she gave birth to Paisley. There at least, they had water and the palms provided some shade. Today, Primrose wanders the desert with little Paisley in tow. The filly was growing larger, filling out from her draft breeding, and slowly becoming thicker than her mother was even as a young foal.

Golden ears perk when she hears a nicker in the distance followed by the sight of the two colts playing near the ocean. She was weary to let Paisley go, but the filly was eager to join in their fun. She could see this by how the girl whimpers and wags her tail of fluff. It was the figure of a very sort palomino mare that calms her anxiety. Prim had not met the mare, but she has recently seen her around talking with Cain so she assumes she was a new member of the herd. "Okay." She says with a sigh and bumps her girl's painted shoulder. "Go on and play." Paisley didn't waste another second. With a large smile, she races off to where the colts play on the sandy beach.

Prim turns her attention to the draft mare's voice from over the rock formation that stretches before her. She ventures around the landmass until the bay mare was in her sights. She walks towards Geneva, noticing the foals were still in sight at their distance. This eases her worries so she continues closer until her hooves stop in front of the large mare. "Afternoon." She says softly with a small smile of her pale lips. Green eyes study the mare wondering why she has called her, and the others, to her.