Rougaru had come to learn, there was nothing quite like coming upon a mare and her new foal. His foal. Emerald green eyes are alight with pride and pleasure as he stares with wide eyed wonder at the small filly nestled close to his pretty ocean pearl. Unlike the other foals of his, that either share the same startling green or deep auburn color, this pretty little chocolate girl with her face of startling white has the same soft blue eyes as Calypso. He snorts softly, doing his best not to startle her more as he presses closer to the cream colored mare, his thick skull dipping to nudge the small filly affectionately.

Mirella.

An ears swivels at the sound of the syllables upon Calpyso's tongue. Strange and exotic to his own ears. Mirella. Once more he plays with the syllables within his own mind, letting the name linger a moment longer before falling from his own lips. "Mirella..." he murmurs, his whiskered lips lingering upon the velvet soft tufts of fur that would no doubt one day be the same long thick curls of mane like her mother. A tender smile curls across his ashen lips as he lifts his head and reaches tenderly to trace the fine curves of white hairs along her cheek. "It is a perfect name little dove. Perfect for a true princess of Paradise." he murmurs, blinking affectionately into those sea blue eyes that had long enraptured him with intrigue and wonder. With the coming war, he had not spent as much time with his precious pearl as he liked, his feet always moving in one direction or another. In this moment, he finds himself content to stand beside the pale mare, to savor the salty scent of her skin and the delicate feel of her velvet fur brushing ever so slightly against his own. "Forgive me..." he murmurs, lipping affectionately at a straying stand of her chocolate and cream mane. "I have left you alone far to long since your return. For that I am sorry." he breathes, dropping his gaze once more to Mirella as she tumbles into the thick grass with splayed legs. A warm chuckle rumbles from his lungs as gently he stretches his neck down to nudge her rump in encouragement. "LIttle Mirella... your legs might be long now but one day you shall fly with the ease and grace of your mother." he purrs blinking back up at Calypso affectionately.