She was glad to finally set her hooves in the sands of Paradise once again. Happiness floods her chest. When she had arrived back on the Islands she was afraid she would run into a monster. Someone who would force her to come home with him to bare his children. She fondly looks at Roug, he had done none of these things. She knew that all of us have an instinct to be primitive, but she believes there is a light in every single one of us. A light that could be shut out or it could be built into a roaring fire. She believes firmly that there is a light in Roug, despite the scars that litter his coat and his rough exterior. She bumps him fondly with her nose as he steps from the sea. She giggles at his waterlogged mess of sandy mane, she must look just like a drowned rat as well.

A sea breeze blows warmly against her skin. It begins the business of drying her two toned mane. Tendril by tendril it begins to dry. Salty water clings to each strand, causing it to curl. A smile remains on her lips as she meets his dark green eyes.

His first words surprise her. Bicolored eyes, widen.Have you been here before? The question repeats itself in her head. Her bicolored eyes gaze off to the distant palms. She had been born here on Atlantis. She remembered the feel of the warm ocean waters against her legs as she frolicked in the foamy surf. She remembered the tropical storms that would have them huddled in a nearby cave. She sighs, as she focuses her eyes back on Roug. "I wanted to tell you back in the Commons. I was born on Atlantis, to my mother and Asche, the King of the Ridge." She smiles at the fond memory of her parents. "After growing to the proper age, I became Queen of Paradise. I remained on Atlantis for months, until it became clear I needed to leave to seek out my parents. I left the Islands and swam to the mainland... I never did find even a sign of them." She eyes him, wondering how he would take the news. Would he feel betrayed? She had wanted to tell him, but she had held back. It wasn't like she had lied, their conversation had never turned to if she had been born here.

It seems like a common theme here on the Islands, ones you have loved, just gone. Some return, some do not. A continous revolving door of new and old faces. Zevulun comes to mind, a kind face amongst the faces of strangers. He had been a dear friend, now he too gone.