Rougaru is silent as the boy begins to speak, twin sonars flex atop his skullcap at the mention of Requiem and Tinuvel. A single brow arches curiously but for the moment he remains void of words. Warsaw kept careful watch over the Bay and the pale colored stallion that inhabited it. Though he himself had never conversed more than future plans, he wondered deep down if he should not ask Celestria. Warsaw was her father after all.

For a moment his gaze flickers to Nyimara and though she does her best to appear nonchalant, there are certain glances that a father does not miss. The way she offers the sabino stallion quick glances, her glitter in her auburn eyes, the quick flicking of her tail as though she wanted nothing more than to charge down the beach with her new companion. Of course it was all fun and games to the innocent eyes of a girl but he knew deep down that she would not be innocent forever. It was his duty to make sure that whatever match was made for her was one worth his while as well. Solaris, well she made her own bed and he was not thrilled with her choice. Nyimara however, there was still plenty of suitors that he could pick and choose from. So far, this one was proving the top of the list.

His gaze returned to the stallion as he mentions finding her roaming about the common lands. This time, he does narrow his gaze as he shoots Nyi a stern expression. "I told you to come straight home did I not?" he asks, flicking his own thick tail before turning back to the stallion, his gaze suspicious still.

"Abba, I can take care of myself. I was doing just fine until Bjorn showed up. I just wanted to explore a bit." she coos shooting a dark glance at Bjorn. He shouldnt have told him that. He would hear about it from her later, when they were alone. She turns her gaze back to Rougaru, "He is friends with Warsaw Abba, doesn't that make him your alliance as well?" she asks doing her best to keep the innocent girl expression on her face.

Rougaru offers her an emotionless glance before turning once more back to Bjorn, his rigid frame relaxing a bit more, "I suppose it does Nyi." he breathes, bending his head to scratch at an itch on his foreleg. "So Bjorn, son of Dogun and Freya, I suppose you are looking for show of gratitude for returning my wayward daughter to me unscathed?" he inquires giving his proud head a shake. "You want her do you not?" he murmurs, keeping his mulitfaceted gaze fixed on the stallion. "For one determined to take the Bay, your scent smells strongly of Atlantis... is the Ridge not your home? Do not think I have not missed your cries of claim the moment the pathetic Liland took his herd to the oceans. Is he not the Bay king? Or so he proclaims."


OOC: trying to catch us up a bit XD