The gentle roll of waves over the white sands resonates in his ears, met with the soft patter of raindrops on the wide leaves of the palm and other deciduous trees overhead. Occasionally, a cold droplet of water splattered upon his hot skin but even that could not deter his mind to wander from the angelic sight that lay before him.

It felt like years now, since last he had seen Zjeena without the deep furrows of worry upon her gentle features. Liland had long been a sore and festering wound upon her heart, determined to burrow his head deep beneath her skin like a tick. For him, it had been agonizing, watching the gray stallion claim adoration and yet day in and day out do everything within his power to torment and torture her soul. Despite how strong he knew her to be, even Rougaru felt the weight of the constant battles. It had been hard for him, to watch her swell with the demon's spawn, to wait in the shadows as she endured the labors of childbirth and sought comfort in Monster and the sisterhood that the two shared. It pained him, to know that no matter how much he wanted to heal her, the wounds that Liland had created were far beyond what reach his tender touch might hope to soothe. These wounds were hers and hers alone to heal.

The death of Liland's offspring had not come of his own accord. While he hated the idea that the Bay stallion had sired the foals, he saw past that and instead did his best to view them as Zjeena's sons. However, no amount of wishing could prevent their demise and while the bleaching of their bones sent Liland far from the islands with the promise of Rougaru's rage on his heels, it left Zjeena once more broken.

It was not until the two orphans appeared that the mare she had once been began to resurface. Like a burning ember slowly rekindled into a healthy flame he saw the health return to her tawny colored skin and the bright light return to her dark eyes. Once more she moved with the fluid grace and poise of the ice queen he had once known her to be. Slowly the tattered tares in her soul were beginning to mend with the needle and thread that the two foals offered.

She presses against him, the warmth and silken softness of her skin a welcome reprieve to the cold space that taken up in her absence. A shiver of pleasure courses through his veins as she leans into his touch. Possessively he draws her closer, stretching his proud head forward to drape his neck over her own. Her words are a whispered promise. A tender smile curves his whiskered lips upward as he breathes a heavy sigh against her. "I told you once before my mate... my love. Your fate is your own. I will spend my days making sure that rings true." he breathes, blinking warmly at her from beneath thick lashes. "When you are ready.... and only then." he murmurs lipping affectionately at her salt and pepper forelock before his gaze turns back to the two small foals.

It is not surprising to him that no longer are they asleep. An impish smile plays upon his lips as he nudges her affectionately, "Perhaps you would introduce me to our new foals?" he asks taking a step back. First the small golden filly makes her way between them, weaving her way around Zjeena's pale sand colored hip. The colt is a bit more reserved, as though he half expected Rougaru to meet his presence with venom. A notion that no doubt the young boy must have found himself subject to before. Or perhaps he was simply fearful that Rougaru would try to seperate them from their newfound mother. If only they knew the wrath that was Zjeena.

A gentle chuckle rumbles from his lungs as the large stallion drops his proud head to bring his gaze level with that of the twins. A single earlobe tilts sideways as the stallion inhales a deep breath of the milk-sweet scent. "There is nothing here for you to fear young ones." he murmurs, blinking warmly at Alastor, his thick tail flicking idly back and forth.