Bjorn had left her a while back, leaving her in his home with an offer to eventually help find her ‘man of Fire’ so that her questing could hibernate through the winter in the safest place she yet had found. Since then Chalice had seen hide nor hair of anyone else, though she supposed it wasn’t a surprise with how the Inlet was on the opposite side of the island of Tinuvel from any who might swim ashore from the mainland. The frigid waters of the ocean that touched the Inlet were oceanfacing, not facing it’s sibling islands - castaways were not going to be likely.

As she grazes near to the line of the evergreen trees in the winter-sleeping meadow, a stranger does finally hint at the corners of her awareness. She is neutral when she raises her head, her mouth full of what ruffage she could scrounge up from the frozen earth. The blue of her eyes, matching with the Lord Bjorn’s own, regard Nyimara nonchalantly as she picks her way down towards her with a swaying belly. A child of his, she thinks, with the mare holding herself so erect and fixing a warm expression in place. "Your Lord is no stranger, so you cannot be a stranger to me. Greetings, Nyimara." She offers a formality to the mare before her that she was unaccustomed to, so it sounded a little cool in contrast to the offered warmth. "He has not been with me for some time, if your searching eyes are meant to find him."

"Come, I can see your teeth chattering from here... Let us commune beneath the trees. The branches will shelter us from the wind and you will dry much quicker."

She blinks, curious about the woman’s belief of her wetness until she realizes that the satin of her own coat in the sunshine might be uncommon among this land’s inhabitants. It certainly had not been gifted to many in her own former country. "I am not wet," she says idly as she walks beside the Lady of the Inlet. "It is a trick of my coat that makes me look as though I shine, not water. Cold, though, I will admit I have never been so cold since I was foaled." She shakes herself, "I have come to learn Bjorn is a new king. Have you lived long with your Liege to be made his Chosen?"