Rougaru knew that the beautiful pale mare with her ivory dapplings would not forever remain lost in the depths of the writhing sickness that addled her mind. Even as he withdrew himself from her back, he could feel the heat beginning to dissipate from her skin, as though the sweat of their coupling had helped to burn the fever from her body. She clings against him, her playful words lost in translation but pleasant nonetheless. Cicek. Her name whispered against the wind, a name suitable to the fairy she was.

She settles into the soft sands, her body spent and as any tender lover, Rougaru finds himself drawn to her side. Carefully he drops his own large body to the soft warm sands and a few moments peace, finds himself drawn into the lull of quiet paradise’s steady tides. Only when the mare of cream and sunshine shuffles against him, does Rougaru find himself awakening with a wide, jowled yawn. Small ears flicker back and forth amid the tangled mat of his cream and caramel colored mane as muscular haunches draw the broad stallion to stand with a hearty grunt.
For the first time since their meeting, the pale woman meets his gaze with curiosity tinged in fear. For the first time, there is no fever in her touch or clouded haze in her eyes. Paper thin nostrils stretch forward to inhale a deep breath of her skin and no more does the sickly sweet odor of sickness hover there. A warm smile curls over his ash dusted lips as the broad stallion cocks his head towards her. ”You are well now.” he murmurs, the question framed more as a statement. She asks his name and Rougaru finds himself smiling warmly, ”My name is Rougaru. You found me in the Meadow and followed me home…” he murmurs a throaty chuckle rumbling from his throat as he reached to brush his lips along her golden shoulder. ”You are under my protection in Paradise, should you wish it. Though it does me well to see the fever gone from your eyes.” he continued, his emerald eyes searching….