Despite his initial reserve, Rougaru found himself settling comfortably into the conversation between himself and the newly named king of the Ridge. Though he was not exactly thrilled by the idea of another stallion laying claim to what he considered his island; he did see potential in this smokey colored hessian. A knowing smirk slides across his own whiskered lips as Rougaru dips his proud head, a single glance shifting to Nyimara at Bjorn's words. It was good fortune indeed. He had been meaning to meet with the stallion who had taken up claim upon the Ridge. It was important in his mind's eye to see that the lands still remained firmly under his control despite the change in leadership. The fate of Nyimara, well that was concerning to him as well. She was one of his greatest treasures. Sure he loved his brood. Solaris, Noctis, Beowulf... all of them were dear to him, but Nyimara was a particularly precious gem. He had been careful to ensure that she remained close and untouched by other stallions. She would be a perfect bargaining piece, or so he told himself. However he was not quite sure he was ready to simply hand her over.

Nyimara keeps her dark eyes upon her sire, watching as his emerald green eyes focus upon Bjorn, emotions hidden from those depths. Not for the first time, she wished that she could read behind those eyes, to see where his mind wandered and what plans were being concocked there. Small ears perk as Bjorn gives her an impish smirk, clearly he knew that she was not exactly planning on telling Rougaru that she had been wandering around the mainlands. A coy grin ghosts across her own ash dusted labrums as she lifts her head just the slightest bit. Oh he would hear it later. She was not about to let that go anytime soon.

Rougaru finds himself chewing on his bottom lip now as his gaze travels first from Bjorn and then to Nyimara. Of all the suitors that could be found for her, this stallion was not a poor choice. With his land claim upon the island of Atlantis, he would still be able to keep a close eye upon the girl, perhaps even use her as a spy were the need to ever arise. He had hoped her youthful appearance would attract a match, and that her calculating brains might make that match worth his while. Perhaps it was time. The chocolate colored stallion stands a bit taller now as Bjorn continues, confirming his suspicions that Warsaw had made yet another alliance. If Warsaw saw potential in him, then surely he was worthy of the same accolaids. But that did not mean that Rougaru was simply about to bend to Warsaw's decision without adding his own little implications. After all, Bjorn was asking for his Nyimara.

A single ear flickers as thick cream and caramel colored tail flicks once against thickly muscled haunches. "It is as Warsaw says. Brothers at arms is one best tied by blood." he murmurs, emerald gaze turning to Nyimara. Almost reluctantly he touches his whiskered lips to her forehead, teasing the feather soft curls of her silver white mane. He felt fairly certain this was all just a game to her, that she saw nothing more than amusement and adventure for that was what danced in her auburn eyes now. Nonetheless, he felt certain that of what he had seen of Bjorn so far, the stallion would not abuse her or be too aggressive, not that he ever saw her bending to such harsh treatment. He snorts and turns back to Bjorn once more. "I will give her to you... but there is a condition." he begins, pausing a moment to ensure that Bjorn's full attention lay upon him. "I remain king of the island of Atlantis. You may rule the ridge as you see fit and will find no interference from me. My only wish is that in return, you provide me a daughter of your lineage, one to strengthen the allegiance of blood between our herds." he says pausing a moment his gaze flitting back to Nyimara. "Her mother was a strong mare, I feel certain that she will bare you the same strong foals in due time."

Despite her displeasure at being traded around like some prized piece of horseflesh, Nyimara could not hide the excitement that echoed in the constant shifting of her feet beneath her lithe frame. Ears perk at the idea her father suggested, that she become a member of Bjorn's heram and well, the idea was not overly intolerable. Paradise was becoming too crowded for her taste anyway. For the most part she had not explored the Ridge, the battles between Liland and father kept her far from the shores for while Liland had lost his claim upon the island as a whole, Rougaru did not put it past the stallion to attempt to harm the daughter who so resembled her father. The proposition now made her seem as nothing more than a broodmare, and that was far from her expectation in life. Bjorn would learn though. A mischievous grin flickers across her ash dusted features as she does her best to appear the meek and humble daughter.... boy would they be in for a surprise.