Fall was imminent on the late summer breeze as the two conversed in the commons. His head was growing heavy as he looked down upon the mare; as she had been laying in the grass. Pyrate stretched each of his limbs separately and grabbed a bite of the sweet and salty grass. He caught movement out of the corner of his eyes and watched excitedly as the mare got up. He was a bit taller than her but she was still a golden charm. Her irritated voice caught him off guard and he seemed almost offended. Why would he ever put his teeth on her? Did he seem that violent? His mind stumbled for words. "I would never do such a thing," he retorted. He looked at the mare quizzically and wondered where she had been in her lifetime where someone would be so rude as to nip at her. He shook his head and took a few steps closer to her. "Right well let's go!"

The stallion resembled that of a Thoroughbred in the gates; ready to charge at any moment. His thin ivory legs seemed as if they would break if he attempted such a feat. He was still a colt at heart and this was his first mare that he was going to lead to his first territory. He could tell that she wasn't thrilled at meeting him but perhaps that would change if they spent more time together.

The splashed stallion Pyrate followed close behind the golden girl as she approached the water and he half-reared and dove in. The cool waters felt relieving but soon would creep through his thin skin and chill his bones. The weather was permitting, and so it only took an hour of so of island hopping and easy swimming to reach Salem. You could immediately feel the warm, dry climate and Pyrate welcomed it. He picked up a canter and soon entered into the Desert. "Not much, I know," he started sheepishly, "But you can explore 'nd go visit anyone you'd like if you get lonely." he reassures happily.