Rougaru cannot help but to admire the beauty of the young mare at his side. Water droplets drip slowly from her cream and chocolate colored mane. Brillant glacier blue eyes gaze over the bright green landscape that stretch beyond the sheltering palms that guard the pristine sandy shores. He studies her, waiting as patiently as he could despite the coil of emotions that boil beneath his surface. He watches her as finally she sighs and rises those innocent eyes to meet his own.

Twin sonars flicker amid the tangle of water logged cream locks as the stallion listens intently. A single brow rises as she mentions that she is the daughter of a once king and that for a time she had been queen here of Paradise. How ironic it was that they should find one another.

He can feel the unease in her skin as she shifts before him, her silvery blue gaze searching his own as though she truly feared he might send her away. Should he? Surely she was no threat to his reign here. Not once had she ever inclined that she would take claim upon it. If anything he was quite thrilled. She would know the island better than himself surely.

A warm smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he takes a step towards her. Muscular neck draped over her own as he draws himself close to her, pressing his dark skin against the pale color of her own. "You should have told me." he breathes, his words warm against her ears. He draws back a step now, bumping his whiskered muzzle against her own affectionately. "But nonetheless I am glad to know this. Perhaps you can tell me more of your experience here... what it was like when it was the Ridge who reigned over this island."