Rougaru watches with immense interest as the pretty painted desert flower and her son close what remains of this distance that separates them. For the briefest of moments, he thought that perhaps she would rebuke his invitation for there is a mingling of emotions that course through ever fiber of her being. He does not know her story, but something lays hidden there... something that leaves his curious mind eager to hear of it.

A single audit flickers as the roan colt lingers back for a moment, almost as if he wonders if the invitation extends to himself as well. Had Rougaru been in a different time and place, perhaps he would have pinned his ears and bared his teeth at the boy, remind him of his place in this world that now belonged to Rougaru for the boy was no offspring of his own. But well truthfully, the dark colt was being nothing but polite and leery as he moved into place on the opposite side of his mother and bent his own head to drink.

The dark chocolate stallion remains silent, his deep auburn gaze trained upon the finely shaped face of the desert dancer as she drinks, waiting patiently for her to drink her fill before continuing their pleasantries. Only his ears, ever shifting amid the thick cream colored knots of his mane, flicker back and forth, keep a cautious listen for any signs of intrusion or danger.

As she lifts her head once more, whatever demons she wrestled within seem to ebb away and her once cold tones soften somewhat as she introduces herself and her son. He nods his great head once in acknowledgement, carefully storing the names away in his mind along with their desert born scent though he highly doubted that he would forget Indira anytime soon.

Thick lashes blink as the lovely mare continues, giving him a bit of an insight into her past and those who used to dwell here. This time, he understands the look of love that crosses her dark eyes as she shifts her gaze from his own to the rolling desert hills that surround them. The ice in her voice, he understands it now... for it was the same ice that he had once kept so close to his heart when first his father kicked him out of his own herd and separated him from all the family he had known. Unlike Indira, his father believed in tough love, and perhaps his own immortality for he did not keep an heir to train or pass an ancestral homeland too. No, he believed only the strongest would rule and even Rougaru was not foolish enough to challenge his battle primed father. So he had left... and the bitterness and ice had grown... that is until his eyes fell upon the deserts of Salem.

She turns the conversation back to him again, this time, her shinning eyes staring at him with a question that held much more than the mere words on the surface. And it was a question he was more than glad to answer. That rougish smile returns now as he meets her gaze with a warm one of his own. "My dear Indira, I can see how much the desert means to you... these sands run strong through your veins and much deeper than mere family ties call for." he begins, pausing for a moment to let his own gaze travel over the horizon as he inhales a deep breath. "I would see this land thrive again. A strong herd filled with those whose blood and hearts beat strong and fill the desert with life once more. I will see that those who have gone are not forgotten and the lands left to ruin, but to rise up as a sovereign nation that is remembered in as much fondness and love as you speak now of your own family." he finishes, allowing his deep gaze to settle once more upon her angelic features. "You are welcomed to stay and see this come to pass... if you would like. Those born of the desert will never be dismissed on my account..." he says, studying her gaze now, searching for a way to read beneath the dark depths, curious to see how she would respond to his invitation.