There was something entirely thrilling about the little affair growing between the two of them... the princess of Paraiso and the dark warlord of the east. The illicitness of it sparked a wicked pride deep within the copper and cream hessian for the idea of the ire the valley king would surely feel if he knew such a relationship existed... and the fact that she came to him so willingly, unlike the last precious gem of Paraiso. Even that fact fascinated Rhaego himself, that such an exotic beauty would seek him out as she did. It was particularly intriguing that she was who she was and had likely heard all sorts of gossip of his past deeds, yet nothing of the sort had seemed to deter her thus far. Except for that first night after their coupling in which she'd slipped away into the darkness. He had never really been sure why she had, but neither had he dwelled on the matter. He'd already ensured that she'd grow round with his foal in the coming months, so what was the rush? Rhaego knew he could essentially collect her anytime he wished, through stealth or brute force if needed. Other matters had arisen in the months following which kept Rhaego's days and nights full and left him little time to pursue the act of securing the golden fem, but the notion had never been far from his thoughts in those times. However, he'd never quite expected for her to show up on his doorstep of her own accord... though this fem was full of surprises, Rhaego was quickly learning.

The Swedish brute's dark brown eyes rested appraisingly upon the pale filly for a brief moment before returning his steely gaze back to hold the amber coated mare's own shocking blue eyes. A shiver of pleasure lightninged through his veins at the sound of his name on those delicate lips and he responded with a something of a guttural rumble from deep within his broad chest, a sound of enjoyment. He leveled his heavy head with his withers, holding her curious gaze keenly without an ounce of hesitation. The faintest twitch of a smirk tugged at one corner of his lips as she seemed to subconsciously hold herself a little prouder under his gaze. He liked that. A lot.

Though as Talien breaks that eye contact, Rhaego follows the direction of her gesture back to the young foal with interest. The filly was appeared to be a shade or two lighter than her mother yet upon his closer inspection, there were traits such as the slightly darker chocolate mane and tail or the distinct dorsal line tracing down the youth's spine which were clearly not inherited from her mother. Unconcerned with space, the stallion shifts forward a few steps, whuffing lightly at his daughter as Talien introduced her. "Baylor is a strong name." He affirmed, eyeing the filly critically and watching her reactions to him with the sharpness of a hawk. "She resembles you a great deal." He rumbled with a touch of irony, becoming acutely aware of Talien's nearness and raising that same critical and searching expression to her with a myriad of questions testing his restraint. His breathing deepened as the sweetness of her scent grew stronger in the proximity and he boldly stepped forward again, closing what little gap there was between them and reaching out his scarred muzzle out to brush against the satin of her cheek, a possessive habit of his to admire the softness of her coat. Breathing deeply, he savored the scent of her skin and offered a playful light nip to her cheek as he shifted and angled his brawny frame to step around her, head craned around and dark eyes locked upon her figure as he walked a small circle around the pair. Motherhood had not hurt Talien a bit. The seductive curves were still there and stirred the beast within him as much as they had that first night. Slowly making his way back to their front, Rhaego raised his head and lifted his chin proudly, unquestionably satisfied with his appraisal. "Baylor will do well to grow up here in the Dale. I expect both of you to stay."