Rougaru was not exactly thrilled with the idea of having some strange stallion become a member of his herd, much less one he had never met before. Angel had been somewhat of a disappointment in the guardian position that Rougaru had assigned to him and well to be honest, the coffee colored stallion did not have much hope for this newcomer. Why else would Xiomara be so eager to exchange stallions? Now Rougaru would give the buckskin stallion his props, he was a dotting father, much more so than himself, and he did try... he made an attempt to recruit Xiomara after all. That deal went south fairly quickly though and clearly whatever impression he had made caused the smoky blue woman to desire his presence back in the snowy Inlet from which he and Solaris had come.

Speaking of Solaris; she had been pissed. Furious perhaps a better terminology. She was quite vocal in her displeasure but there was not really alot she could do about it. Nor could he. Did she really expect him to risk the alliance he held with Warsaw and the new Inlet queen all on account of her current love interest? True he had missed her childhood and that did bother him, considering the relationship he had built with Nyimara and her growing skill and tact. Solaris on the other hand demonstrated very little such abilities and perhaps had he been there it might have been something that he could have taught her as well. She would be really pissed when she learned she was being sent to the Lagoon but well, perhaps not. Apparently she had a lover there too.

Cream and caramel colored tresses are tossed as the jungle brute's large head is given a shake, pushing the thoughts of anger and fury in Solaris from his mind. He would deal with that soon enough.

Twin harks lift suddenly as the scents of an unknown intruder drift to his ever alert senses. Dark colored brows narrow as the russet colored stallion navigates down the well worn path to the beachscape. Emerald green ooids fall upon the stallion of fire and ice, watching as he shakes the residual water from his coat and lifts his gaze to the skies above where parrots and screeching gulls cried their defiance at being interrupted from their morning rituals. From this distance, the stallion appeared strong, not nearly as youthful as Angel. He was tall and lean, his coat still sleek from summer which would do well for him here on the humid island where the coldest months offered little more than an occasional snowfall or morning frost. Nostrils expel a snort as thick limbs propel him towards the newcomer, proud head lifted high. "You are the one Xiomara sent are you not?" he inquires, rather matter of fact and to the point.

He comes to a halt just before the stallion, his thick skull angled slightly towards the painted stallion. "I am Rougaru, Lord here of Atlantis. You are Gnome?"