The memories of his past were slowly starting to fade away. He still remembers each child he made (the ones he met anyway), but the names of their mothers were becoming foggy. Somehow he still remembers the sight of his deformed firstborn laying lifeless in the frosting on Tinuvel's grass. He still remembers his mother too, that she witch that damned his young life. Things were different now since meeting Vita Nova. She was strong, fierce, but at the same time, she was such a passionate lover.

Every day she began to wash away the nightmare mare from his memory.

The scent of his long term friend catches his attention. Warsaw was quick to travel to where his friend stands on his beach, but he is alerted to the sound of someone following him. His head turns to glance at his son who was curious to know why Rougaru was here. Warsaw nickers to him before his eyes turn to Rougaru and calls out of his oldest ally. Rougaru had his back as he had his. The silver-haired stallion jumped into war with him without question and for that, Warsaw had begun to plan a way to evict Liland out of their lives.

It was just too bad the stallion was run off before things really got good. Warsaw slows his choppy gait (achieved from his various injures in the war) to stand on the beach in front of the King of Paradise. Ironclad stops beside his father, watching Rougaru curiously. "Good to see you well friend," Warsaw greets him. "Is it that time already?" He asks as his eyes settle on the filly reaching the rocky beach behind him. Ironclad's eyes widen as he spots the painted filly he had met back in the meadow.

Warsaw hadn't realized it was already time for his son to gain his female from his first trade deal. This filly wasn't just any, she was the Paradise Princess and would be a respected new member of the Inlet herd. "I guess it is time to meet your prospect Queen Ironclad." Prospect Queen...yes Medusa had great potential to one day be this land's Queen alongside Ironclad, Letavice, and the mate Letavice chose.