Nyimara herself releasing the breath that she had not known she had been holding. Dark eyes flit from her sire to the painted mare that stepped forward. Ears fold backwards at the compassion in her tones but the beast within reminds her that she must keep such emotions from slipping to the surface. She needed their support and from the way the woman spoke and moved, it was clear she held some sort of leadership role in Paradise. Silently she nods her head, tilting her crown forward to allow piercing auburn eyes to watch the pregnant mare as she speaks up, turning back to Rougaru as though she waited for his acknowledgement and no others. She had motives for her words and Nyimara cannot help but smile even as she forces it back deep down. Yes, she would need to spend more time here and get to know this creature.

However no sooner as she finishes her speech does the other painted woman speak up. She steps forward, her intense blue and brown eyes filled with fury and venom. Immediately Nyimara feels herself igniting once more. Finely dished jaw sets firmly behind closed lips as the silver haired woman nods her head in agreement, a single forelimb stomping into the dark earth in agreement. Faolain needed to pay. Nyimara needed action.

There was clear discord between the two mares that at any other time Nyimara would not have been able to ignore. Mentally she makes a note to explore the hated gazes further but for now, Rougaru’s words draw her attention back. Draw friends closer. Well, she was in short supply of those but at least she did have a few that she might be able to draw to her. Immediately the image of Shenzi comes to mind and Nyimara feels a renewed wave of pain wash over her. She needed the brown woman. At least with Shenzi at her side, she knew that she could face the world. However the russet woman had chosen to remain for fear of leaving her son behind, a fact that Nyimara could not fault her for but one that hurt nonetheless. Bjorn? No but perhaps Raksha had made her fair share of connections. She would just need to track down her wayward daughter and see what might come from it. Within her, the unborn foal kicked, as if reminding her of its existence and the stallion that had helped to create it. Rafe. Yes, perhaps he too might be convinced to draw to their side if a war did arise. She would need to visit him soon.

Silence draws between them and Nyimara takes the opportunity to speak up. ”I will visit those that I know well and see what I can find out. My daughter and I shall remain here for a time…” she breathes, glancing back towards the jungle path with which she had traveled, ”At least until this child is born.” she finishes with a reaffirmed nod.