The orange hued mare lingered back, following the opaque stallion from the Threshold, hoping he would lead her to a place where she may meet others that are in this Unbound. He was in no hurry though, she watched as he grazed here and there and occasionally stopped to enjoy the sun, or so it seemed. Ick. Too hot to enjoy the sun here. Paradox was much more for cool weather- the heat made her grumpy. A few times, she contemplated going up to him and telling him to hurry the hell up and take her where he was going, other times she considered just going off on her on. But it seemed as soon as she was about to make a decision, he would saunter on. So she would lower her head and follow. How surprisingly good she was at this stalking thing. A low giggle parted her lips. Or...he could just be ignoring her. A frown plastered her white pasted lips. No. No, she was sneaky. And it truly wouldn't be surprising, considering the way she stalked the woods after the adults as a child. Paradox didn't really have a childhood, she hadn't cared for children since she was, in fact, a child.

Lost in her reverie, she almost missed it, but the one labeled Seanan's forward movement caught her attention and white ears perked forward, catching the tail of the splash, followed by what sounded like conversation, and possibly.....the giggle of a child. She rolled her eyes and huffed, oh how she had hoped that this unbanded herd would lack children. Merely, for safety precautions of course, because how could it be safe for a child to be in a herd that, well, wasn't really a herd? She scoffed, and picked up a two-beat to follow the white stallion into the gathering. She stood back, ice blue eyes taking in the group of horses. One grown pegasus and the child, two hyrbids....wow, she was out of place. Nothing exuded uniqueness about her except her marking. Ice orbs rolled in her skull. The large male pegasus held an air of royalty, and immediately she saw him as one of the leaders. She attempted to make eye contact with him, and offered a polite dip of her white skull face. She was sarcastic and always rude, but she did have manners.

Lips remained sealed as the stallion she had been following finally spoke. Obviously shocked and very disapproving of the foal. A soft, inaudible giggle parted her lips again, and she lowered her head to hide the amusement on her face. Yes, we might just get along. She thought. At least she wasn't the only one disapproving of foals. I mean, of course, everyone started as a foal and foals are necessary to keep lineage going, but right now? In a new founded herd? Is a foal really a good idea? Just something else for them to have to protect. Considering the volatile response of the stallion, she decided now probably wasn't the best time to introduce herself, so she stood silently behind him, watching everyone carefully. Curious as to how this would actually play out.