If it weren’t for the Thief trying to keep her mind off of things, she’s probably never leave her cave. She had managed to leave Rein with Johnny and Eldala and decided to avoid the hot springs this time, instead turned her way to the to the greenhouse. Remembering that she had spent some time working on herd projects here during her pregnancy with her son. It had been a bit exhausting, but Rexanna was too afraid to leave the Basin when she grew closer to the end of it for the fear of birthing Rein with no one around to help her. Even when he was born, she was just on the outskirts of the Basin’s borders which was enough to frighten her from ever leaving the Basin during a pregnancy again. And yet she loved her son so much that she had tried to let him spend time with other Basiner’s to keep from her interactions growing stale.

She spent too much time in her own little mental barrage, too much time spent on worrying about Tembovu and her interactions with other men that she couldn’t seem to figure out just what she wanted. Did she want to stay and hide all day hoping that the Elephant King might come search for her? Or did she want to move on and try to find something else? It always appeared to her as if her love was never fully reciprocated the way that she had hoped it would be, and she quickly took note that she had been falling back into her groove she had been in when she first arrived at Helovia’s Threshold. Choosing to sleep with others rather than falling in love with them. It caused quite a stir.

Rexanna breathed a small sigh, watching as the snow covered all of the hard work she had accomplished in making the greenhouses useful again. She moved over toward the edge where she had piled up a few rocks that had fallen from the caves and mountains above, making their lonesome journey to the greenhouse where the golden mare had spent plenty of time trying to clear. She reached down to the pile, brushing the snow away with her cream muzzle, hide twitching with the cold snow that fell before her during this early morning. The aurora had just begun to fade and the sun began to rise, hardly noticed behind the clouds that surrounded the sky the pelted her home with a never ending winter.

"Talk."

— but she’s my home,

she’s a part of this broken heart.