Rougaru had never seen this side of Celestria. Always she had been quick with a witty response or hard in the presence of adult or foal it never had mattered much to her. He had expected Solaris to grow up to become the flirt her mother was but this, this tenderness with which she curls herself around Beowulf and the softness that her lips play upon his ears. Right down to the soft melodious tunes that slide past her lips and linger in the air around them.

For the first time he felt something akin to affection for her.

Always there relationship had been one of both primal need and desire. She had not come to him willingly, but instead a payment. A show of good faith that the bond between himself and Warsaw would continue despite what challenges led before them. Always he had seen her as such. Of course he had been irate when he learned from Solaris that Shamwari had taken her captive, and even less thrilled when she returned, her teats swollen with the milk of a foal departed. There was never love shown between them, no adoration in her eyes. Always she met his with cold and calloused evenness.

Gazing at her now, seeing the motherly affection with which she tenderly embraced Beowulf, he could not deny the sudden warmth that spread through his heart. Careful not to awaken the sleeping colt, he reaches for her, his whiskered lips brushing tenderly against the soft silk of her skin. "It is good to have you home..." he breathes, inhaling her sweet scent and savoring the flavors upon his tongue.