She was no spring chicken any more, but who could resist a handsome face? Her, well she has in the past, but not anymore! She couldn't quite put her hoof on it. There was something special about this sleek black Arabian that drew her in. A sweet charm that reminded her of Cain without the large burly body that made her afraid to have any children. Surely Cain's child would have been her demise...this one would not be.

A small smile plays on her pale lips as she arrives at her new home. Tinuvel was an island old to her, but it had never been her home for long. She wondered if any of her relatives still frequent the Inlet. She would not bother them now that she was in foal, but maybe one day she would have Zurok take her there. The palomino instantly regrets the return to the cold part of the world. She was not made for this despite her mother being born in the Inlet. Galexia has always preferred the tropics of her birth home.

Thankfully, this pregnancy shouldn't be as miserable as what she remembered her first had been. Hot, sticky, and all alone on a pedestal. Stella Maris had been born so angry. Rumor had it she had stayed that way until her death. A sigh leaves her lips before her head raises to send out a call. She calls for Zurok to come guide her to some place warmer.