Nyimara just could not help herself. If Cullen thought he would tame her, he was dead wrong. Dead. It was a lovely concept but well the fact of the matter was the damned palomino stallion was still breathing pretty strongly. For now. A mischievous grin spread across her ashen features as the chocolate colored woman navigates her baby swollen frame down the twisting pathway that led to the open meadows of the lagoon. While this main island was nowhere near as tepid and humid as the island of Atlantis, The lagoon was murky, its infestation of gnats and mosquitos a reminder of how much she missed Paradise. Odd really for a mare born far from these lands. The islands were a far cry difference from the land that she had been born into. A land of tall trees and oceans of grasslands. Though the island had its fair share of mountains and hills, they were still islands nonetheless.

A single dial twitches as from her peripheral she takes note of a lone stallion moving cautiously through the dense growth. Curiosity flashes through her auburn eyes as she watches him as his gaze shifts over the landscape before him. A smug grin plays upon her lips as she saunters towards him as best her pregnant belly would allow her. "You must be lost..." she begins tilting her head away from him to let a single ooids focus upon his smokey features. "The nursery is that direction." she teases nodding her head towards the eastern border of he lagoon.