As Rougaru surveyed the Dunes now, he was beginning to come to the same fairly certain conclusion he had come to about the Deserts... whatever herd had once called this place home had long since dispersed. It would seem as though very few of those with the desert sands in their blood still dared to challenge the harsh living that was the desert life. Like the deserts, what scents remained here were stale and already being overcome by the smells of dry acrid wind, sand, and desert ironwood. He was all but ready to turn back for home, (for he did not quite trust his little starling enough yet to leave her home alone for long) when the billowing zephyr winds brought with it a new scent.

Curiosity curved his ears upwards as the stallion turns his gaze to fall upon the bright russet colored mare as she makes her way over the rolling dune tops towards him.

She was a pretty little thing, taller than his little blackbird back home but not nearly as tall as himself. Her sleek brown body moved with the fluid grace of one that had grown up on the desert sands. Her thick windswept black tresses move with each pull of the zephyr's invisible grasp and Rougaru allows himself to let his gaze linger a moment on the beauty and uniqueness of her unward curved ears. In a long distant memory he remembered being told of such desert dwellers... but never had he met one, at least not to his recollection.

She comes to a halt just before him, her proud head lifted high, her dark eyes shinning bright. It was not the same youthful brightness and naivety that shown in Swift's bright gaze. No, this woman was desert born and desert raised. The brightness in her eyes was cunning and sure. He made a mental note to not forget her anytime soon.

A single ear flickers amid the thick tangle of his cream colored locks as the dragga let a rougish smile flit across ash dusted labrums. His own dark eyes glitter at her lilted words as once more his ego takes a bit of a front seat ride on this one. "King? My dear you make me sound so conceded." he remarks, fighting back the light hearted laughter in his voice. No sense in making himself sound like a tyrant. At least not for the time being. What kind of ruler he wanted to be, well that was still being played out in his mind but for now he would settle with adored and the best way to gain that (as well as informants) was to use flattery and suave tones.

He gives his proud head a shake, his thickly muscled serpentine arching as he dips his muzzle towards her in the form of a small bow before lifting it once more to allow his eyes to transfix upon her own, hoping that against all odds he might find some way to unravel at least a portion of the layers that lay buried there. "But yes my name is Rougaru... and seeing that you now know of me, pray tell me your name so I might return the favor."