Snow clings heavily to the frozen ends of her silver white mane as Nyimara approaches the border of the Inlet. It had not been so very long ago that she had found herself floundering through the thick snowdrifts and skeletal trees heavily pregnant with Skogsra. In that time, she had been alone with just Raksha for company. She had been desperate to flee the outstretched hand of the gray stallion and his gaggle of followers as they returned to the land Bjorn had driven them from. Bjorn had not been there to protect her. The smokey stallion had left her to defend herself and into the clutches of Aranck she found herself. She had been a nothing then, a once queen to a land lost.

Now, as she approaches the borders of the Inlet once more, her small dished head is held high in pride. No longer was she a once queen to a land lost. She is the queen of the Arch and a fierce competitor for any throne. Dark eyes scan the familiar woodland ahead of her as long legs prance smoothly through the thick snow covered foliage. Small russet ears rotate amid the wind-swept tangle of her silver white mane as the petite mare lingers near the border, her proud neck arching elegantly. Though already her dappled sides show the beginning swells of the child that grew within, still she told herself she looked a vision against the rough gray and white background. A sultry smile curves her ashen lips upward as she blinks silently, waiting patiently for whatever patrols guarded these borders so carefully.

Though she had no care or concern for the creatures that the stallion Aranck claimed he sought, she had promised to uphold her end of the bargain and she quite frankly was beginning to enjoy the feeling of accomplishment that warmed her hardened heart as she returned victorious. He said one son lived on Tinuvel and while Nyimara was not sure where to begin her search, the Inlet seemed as wise an option as any. Perhaps the gray stallion would know of this Zharko that Aranck searched for… perhaps not. But always was the Inlet aligned with her father in Paradise and perhaps just maybe, she would be able to settle a strong alliance for the Arch as well. For now, she kept her thoughts buried deep beneath the surface of her own mind and let a mask of indifference settle into place. It was best to see what knowledge the Inlet gave away. Who knows if it would be useful in the future to come.