With little more than his memories and thoughts for company, Rougaru continues on through the desert, lulled into contentment by the consistency of the desert scene that lay before him. No matter the years that have passed, or how far away the desert lands that he grew up on were, one things still remained the same and that was the desert itself. Above, a lone hawk emits a series of high pitches chirps as it continues to soar overhead, its small form casting a moving shadow over the rocky desert landscape as it continues its search for food. In the distance, the great sheltering palms rose tall and proud, its thick leaves offering shade for the succulent green grasses and cool waters of the pool that he knew flowed up from the ground beneath it. Thinking of the oasis now and the flowing waters did manage to bring to his attention the thirst that was beginning to gather in intensity. So with a toss of his tail, the stallion ambles through the desert sands at a languid pace. He comes to a halt in he shallows of the cool water. Despite the hot, unrelenting sun, the waters that forever moved in the spring were cool and Rougaru did not stop until the cool water washed over his fetlocks.

He was just about to bend his head to drink when suddenly the sound of a voice enters his ears and snaps him out of the almost sedated sense of being. Immediately his proud head is raised as paper thin nostrils flare, inhaling the scents of the zephyr winds and sifting through to locate the scent of the intruder. Coffee colored ears stand at attention now as his roaming gaze detects motion, falling upon the painted mare and who he assumes is her foal.

For a moment he studies her as the buckskin splashed beauty makes her way to where he stood in the cool water shallows. She had a fine face and from the height in which she held that proud head and the sureness of her pace, she knew these lands. Perhaps a former member of the herd that had abandoned these lands?

Whoever she was, Rougaru was both surprised and pleased to see her. He turns to face her now, stepping from the wet sands and back onto the dry grasses that grew beneath the sheltering palms. He lifts his own head now, his husky baritones releasing a throaty nicker of his own in greeting as he waits for her to approach him.

Her dark eyes are unreadable as she stops a short distance from him, the tall dark colored colt at her side hanging back a respectful distance. No doubt a courtesy he picked up from his mother... something that Rougaru made a mental note of. He flashes her a debonair smile, his whiskered lips parting as thick baritones break the silence once more. "Greeting strangers. Would you like to join me in the shade for a drink? Few wander the deserts without acquiring an unquenched thirst first." he speaks, dipping his proud head slightly before continuing again. "My name is Rougaru. And you are former members of the band that once called this place home no?" he inquired, a single brow raising amid the mass of cream colored locks as he eyes the beauty expectantly...