In the end, it all happened so fast. One moment she'd been grazing on the sweet beach-grass near the shore of Paradise, her ears tipped toward the sound of Promise entertaining herself in the verdant shadows just beyond, and the next she found herself being herded away from her home and family by a stranger whose eyes hardly lingered on her at all. It was all she had been able to do to tell her daughter to stay before the ocean - and the pushy stallion - had taken her away.

Leaving her daughter behind had broken something in her chest, but she couldn't bear the thought of taking Promise somewhere unknown and getting separated from her there. She knew nothing about this stallion, but she knew that Annubis would keep Promise safe. And even if he couldn't, even if he left, at least Sigurdr would know where their daughter was.

Even now, her lips were tightly pressed together as the waves of anxiety and anger tumbled together like a dryer set on high, crashing into each other and making her thoughts a jumbled mess. When they landed on Tinuvel, the place her mother had supposedly returned to, the place her father was supposedly from, Hymn felt sick to her stomach. It made her feel strangely claustrophobic, despite the open territory they stood in. As much as she wanted to look around this foreign, cold place, she had a hard time looking away from the painted stallion that had stolen her, and an even harder time trying to stop her fear from morphing into hatred.

"Oh, good." She snapped, her ears flattening against her head. Compared to her normal demeanor, it was positively scathing, but for a stranger who did not know her, it was likely little more than mildly frustrated. Despite the vitriolic tone she took, in her eyes anyway, Hymn made no pretense of attack. Her tail remained tucked, her face squarely pointed at him, her posture tense and uncertain. "And you couldn't do this without separating me from my daughter because…?"

Hymn was not oblivious to the new mare's angry arrival into Paradise, and she had her own conflicted feelings about it, but it wasn't as though she had any control over it. Sigurdr had done the same thing, as had this stallion now. Previously, she had been lucky enough to avoid it, but that clearly would not always happen. "What is the plan then? To hang out here and wait to see if he shows up again?" The thought of having to wait here in a strange land with a strange stallion through autumn, if not the frigid northern winter itself, made her feel cold and hopeless.

"If he has to come back for me," she spoke, though she did not believe her own words. To her, they were merely a wishful bluff as she did not consider Annubis truly so fond of her that he would seek her out again. "He will not be coming here to make deals."