His dark eyes proudly look on their daughter, Scorpio, a perfectly fitting name. A smile traces his lips as she begins her explanation of why she has chosen Scorpio, easy prey with a deadly sting. Yes, this fits the filly. "A fitting name," he says with a nod of his chiseled crown. A sultry desert breeze ruffles through his tangled onxy mane, and tousles the crimson hair of his daughter.

He turns his chiseled crown as Libra mentions Capricorn and then goes on to explain who he was to her, her father, who had ruled over these very sands. His dark eyes soften as she mentions that her father had passed. "Im sorry about your father. And I belive he would be proud of both of you," he nods, yes if he were to see them, he knows he would of been proud. He eyes her as she looks beyond to the sandy dunes that make up this land.

They had been here alone for so long. The desert tends be a solitary place. Just miles and miles of searing sand, with only an occasional oasis to break up the monotony.

"That is a long time in solitude, but at-least your mother was here with you," he nods thoughtfully. "Thank you for allowing me to meet our daughter." He says as he eyes her, their relationship is tricky and he hopes that it can be mended.