Moving was much harder at this stage of pregnancy do it came at no surprise when the mare finds her first. Honestly, Bathsheba had no clue who held rights over Paradise now. Both new scents equally fill the land. So when this palomino mare walks towards her she is curious to know if it is she who nows owns Paradise. "Hello," Bathsheba responds after the mare's own hi. She watches the mare curiously as her muzzle extends for a greeting of more acquaintance.

Bathsheba obliges, exchanging breaths with the foreigner. There is nothing familiar about her smell. As she pulls away the palomino begins to introduce herself officially. Fríða, the new Queen. She nods her silvery toned head in response. She couldn't help but wonder if this mare will even stick around to be her Queen. The last hadn't. "I only saw the last Queen once before she seemed to vanish in the jungle. It doesn't surprise me that someone new has claimed this place," She says, despite the mare's question of where she comes from.

"Though I am surprised the change happened while I was away visitng family up north." Maybe now the mare would understand she lived it. And if not, she had more to add to her little speech. "I am called Bathsheba and I have lived in Paradise nearly all of my life. I have lived on Atlantis for the entirety, being born in the Harbor." She nods respectfully at the new Queen. "I ask if I can at least birth my child here in peace." This was all she really needed. "Then I shall go if you wish it." She could go join her oldest daughter in the Shore. It would be nice to keep an eye on her after the stories her child told of Annubis.

nine- smoky silver grullo tobiano – mutt – 14.3hh – paradise