The silence that had fallen over Paradise was eerie to say the least. The rains had died down and even the birds seemed to speak in a whisper. Ailill moved over the trails with a strange listlessness that had never come over him before. An aimlessness had sunken into him and he could not expel it with his breath. Shararat had gone on her great adventure while he patrolled their home. Macabre had been taken to the Ridge, and her scent just beyond the border grew thicker with every passing day. On the breeze, occasionally Ailill was convinced he caught the scent of Rowena.

Rowena, the mare who had captured his body and soul so thoroughly. Every day he yearned to leap across the trails that divided them and call her to his side! He would face the wrath of her father and stare the stallion in the face. With every sun and moon that passed over the canopy his convictions grew bolder, an anger and a determination deep in his body.

But there was also so much more he needed to live for. This land was magical, though quiet. When he had first stepped onto the sands he had made a promise to fill it with the lives and spirits of those who wished to share it with him. He had neglected his duty and reference to warfare. It was a crime against Paradise itself. So as he walked, he caught the scent of a stranger. Excited, he picked his hooves up into a lope, calling out a friendly greeting to welcome her to his home, though he did not even see her yet. Taking little care to be quiet, he crashed through the underbrush and slowed to a trot as he neared her, not wanting to scare her by bowling her over. Greetings! He called happily, reaching out to her with his nose in a friendly gesture. Welcome to Paradise! I am Ailill, the stallion here. What may I do for you? His smile was cheerful and his golden body seemed to vibrate with his excitement and joy at seeing a new face amongst the flowers and leaves of the rainforest. Perhaps she would be interested in seeing the beauty of this place and sharing in the sounds with him.