Author's Notes:

Almost forgot!

Shout out to kobolum and metordragon for helping me out with this chapter!

Also, thank you for waiting! I hope you enjoy it!

'I smell...perfume...it smells good...' Arden thought as he finally opened his eyes and saw the hut's ceiling. 'Roses?' He thought to himself as he sat back up. "I...I fell asleep on her bed..." Arden mumbled before he punched himself and got up, compared as to how he was feeling after the session on the previous day he felt great. Leaving the room he noticed that Zecora was nowhere to be seen.

'Where did she go?' Arden thought as he looked around the room, on her table he saw the pestle she used to prepare the mix in the previous day. Only this time it had some sort of pink reminiscent of another one concoction from the zebra. 'What's this? Slimmy...' The stallion thought to himself as his index finger touched the fluid, then he brought it closer to his nostrils. 'So this is the source of the scent.' Then he licked it before spitting it out immediately. 'Okay... this is soap.' As a child, he once wondered what soap tasted like so he went ahead tried it which resulted in he spitting the piece he bit down the toilet.

Then he thought. 'Maybe she went out to clean herself up or wash some clothes. Huh...if there is a stream nearby I can probably wash there as well.' As he finished that thought he stretched and headed outside. On the ground, he saw hoove-prints, based on what little he learned from Zecora he assumed that they were hers, he followed them. Eventually, he started to hear water running so he continued to follow the tracks until he ran into Zecora...who was in the water...washing herself.

He stopped on his tracks after the zebra, it was at that moment that she turned around and saw him standing there. Now, what exactly happens in this situation? Wel,l the cliché is the female physically assaulting the male. In this case, here is what happened:

"Morning!" Arden said getting closer and sitting by the river's edge. "How much soap did you make?"

"Good morning to you as well." The zebra said getting water on her hand before pouring on her head. Then she looked back at him. "Has the stallion no interest in females?"

"Uh...what? Oh! You mean the lack of reaction." Arden said after he hit himself in the forehead. "It's because of my training to become a healer. I ended up studying a lot about anatomy and saw a lot pictures of bodies both females and males. I even got to examine a few during some internship, my college would have us accompanying consultation from the first year of studies. Eventually just seeing a female body stopped making me feel excited. which was good since if I had to examine a female it would not be good if I got stimulated by just looking at them." He explained. "I am interested in females, I just...do not react to a body alone." The zebra just raised her eyebrow when he finished his explanation.

"What? Do you want me to go into details about how beautiful your body and eyes are? As well as how smart you are?" The stallion asked before he froze, started to blush, and finally facepalmed. "Smooth, real smooth jackass." He muttered to himself as he turned back to the mare that was laughing at the scene. "I'll just turn my back now and wait you finish."

"Most flattered this one is." He heard Zecora answer. "As for the amount of soap. It should be more than enough for both." As he heard that he smiled, 'Good, I really need a bath.' Then he heard another question. "If one does not mind, why not join this one?"

"I-I am not comfortable to walk around showing my stuff without reason, m-medical check-ups? Okay. No reason at all? That's a no-no. Especially if there is a good-looking mare around." He answered while keeping his back turned to her. "Let's change the subject okay?"

"Very well," The zebra said as she moved around. Then Arden heard her walking in the water. "This one has finished. The cerulean may go." He got up and then he remembered that he didn't bring something to dry himself with.

"I...kinda didn't know if there was somewhere to wash when I went out so..." Arden said with his back still turned to Zecora. "...I would first need to-" He was interrupted by a flying piece of cloth. "Thanks."

"This one always carries an extra whenever she comes to clean," Zecora said finally appearing in his field of vision, completely dressed this time. "Since a surplus of supplies we collected. Scavenging today is no longer required." She said sitting by his side after giving him a bowl filled with the liquid soap, but she was facing the river. "In this case how about a conversation?"

"Like you ask me a question, then I ask and so forth?" The zebra agreed by nodding while she kept her eyes on the water. "Okay, but do you mind looking the other way?"

"A peek you got on this one. A fair trade requires a chance to look." Arden tried to come up with a reply, but none came so he just let out a sigh before he started to undress. Once he finished he headed towards the water, that's when he heard. "The path of the warrior is unknown to the cerulean. Not that it changes what this one thinks about how he looks."

"I-I will take that as a compliment," Arden said from the water. "And you're right. I never was a warrior, I can say for certain that I was a scholar." Arden said as he began to wash. "So, who starts?"

"The horned one already shared a fact. My chance to give one back." Zecora said from behind him.

"Okay...let's see...Got it!" Arden said when he remembered something that was bothering him. "Why did you have clothes that fit me?" Arden didn't see how she reacted since he kept his back turned to her if he had turned he would have seen the mare turning red.

"T-the costume dictates that an acolyte shall receive two pairs of clothing during his path. One at the start and another upon the moment master and disciple choose their own paths." He heard the answer while he washed his head. "That the disciple is ready to pass on the teachings the second garment symbolizes. A specified size they have, up to the master to make the adjustments required it is."

"This one believed the pony who chased her simply for caring for the well being of a stranger would be a good disciple. Hence the modifications to the clothing were made by estimating the possible disciple's size. This mare hopes that they please."

"They're good thanks," Arden said looking back at her over his shoulder. "Your next question?"

"A healer you mentioned to aspire. Why that is this one wishes to inquire."

"Oh, that's because of the story of my birth," Arden began as he finished to wash his torso and upper limbs. "My parents told me that my mother developed pre-eclampsia during gestation. Thanks to the doctors finding it they saved my life by making my delivery through cessionary. Later they discovered that if they had waited they would have to choose between my life or hers." Arden explained as he washed his lower limbs. "Not to mention that course of action still had the risk of both lives being lost. After that story, I thought to myself that I wanted to understand why that had happened. Why did her body reach that point? As I grew up I saw more and more ways to heal those in need being developed and then I decided that I wanted to be part of that and maybe I could end up helping others just as I was helped."

"That is a very grim tale. The very thought of the situation makes this one pale."

"Pale you already are," Arden said playfully. "But I have to disagree on the grim part. After all, both parts were saved and I got to where I am now. I see this as a happy story." He said turning back to her after he finished to wash everything. "Now, my next question: the warrior mate thing has to do with outsiders doesn't it?" he said reaching for the towel that she offered, as embarrassed as he was she had already seen everything so there was no point in hiding.

"Indeed it has. Healing is and tracking can be taught to anypony since our culture believes that all should know that, how they would use it is up to the healing. But the fighting offers a threat to ourselves since the knowledge can be twisted to bring us harm by breaking our defenses. Therefore to outsiders of trust, they can be taught, the ones we would be willing to share our lives with." The mare answered while still looking at the stallion that was dressing up.

"Uh...that's actually a bit romantic." He said finishing to strap the waist armor in place. "Next?"

"Tales of your world, pretty unique they may be. Any, in particular, you like to speak of?"

"I guess..." Arden said sitting down by her side. "That would be: 'Fios the Prata, Reconstruindo Sandman.'" Arden said while scratching his chin. "The author is called Raphael Draccon, and a literal translation of the title is Silver threads, rebuilding Sandman. The story is a romance and an adventure of a male trying to reclaim the soul of his beloved from the hands of demon that traded the male's soul in exchange for the male's soulmate with the angel that held her. All the while the gods of the dream realm are having a war because of such bargain, if I recall correctly. And all of this happens during an induced state of trance of the male since he can only reach the dream realm and be able to fight in there while in that state." Arden explained as he tried to recall the details.

"Very chaotic that sounds. A happy end this one gets?"

"An open one," Arden answered turning to her with a smile. "The end sounded like it would get a sequel. Not that I will know how it ends." He said picking a pebble and tossing it into the river. "Okay, is your family back at your land?"

"Probably. My family desired me to become a shaman. To focus my craft upon only the spirits. This one decided that she would serve better by tending to the living. They came to accept it before my departure to travel the realm." The zebra answered with a smile. "To home, we should return, a meal we should have."

"Agreed."

"In a faraway kingdom, two wise rulers had two sons. The children sharing the traits of their fathers were both alicorns. Both children were raised with love and care from both their father and mother. The older one was an expert fighter and a master at arms, no knight or beast could best him at combat, a valiant knight with a heart of gold. However, the eldest lacked in wisdom, being easily manipulated by the vizier of their country and quickly delved into politics as to show his parents his inept ability to rule their kingdom. The youngest, Arden Sila, on the other hand, had no talent as a warrior. The path of knowledge was the one he sought, his heart was kind and he was just as beloved by his subjects as his older brother was praised by them.

Not so easily swayed the vizier had no influence over the youngest. Choosing to pursue more knowledge over magic and the machinations of the world he uncovered his talent. This talent causing a change in his eyes, creating a terrifying sight, a talent that he was yet to master. Seeing this as an opportunity to exact his plan the vizier decided to take away the brother who would not fall under his influence.

In other to get rid of the youngest, the vizier assassinated the current king and queen causing by poisoning both during an event when the youngest came forth to announce to his parents about his discoveries. Before the event, the vizier came to visit the youngest and gave him a pendant with a small vial containing a brilliant blue liquid. The vizier claimed that it was a gift from his mother. Seeing the design the youngest believed the vizier, upon starting the event the youngest was quickly surrounded by guards that were following the orders from the eldest.

The eldest was by his parents' corpses as the vizier pointed to the youngest's necklace accusing him of being possessed. To Arden's misfortune, his eyes activated and the very sight of his change worked in the vizier's favor. Using what magic he could muster the prince fled his kingdom as an exile, swearing to return and prove his innocence and catch the real murder."

The quill was dancing to the rhythm of the seamstress words. Rarity was at her workshop and kept her magic active as she did multiple tasks, such as sowing and designing new dresses, when inspiration hit her multi-tasking was nothing to the mare. The more she learned about the stallion and his relationship with the sun princess, the more she fantasized and the more she wanted to get to the end his secrets. 'I just can't wait to discover his story!'

"During his first years of exile, he came to meet a healer that was trained in the treatment of multiple rare diseases and gave him shelter during his escape from the kingdom. After a long travel, the young prince came to found himself in the land of Equestria and came to know about the princess of the sun and keeper of harmony. Princess Celestia, seeking to ask her to aid him in his endeavor and to aid him to learn how to control his talent he ventured into the city of Canterlot.

The stallion did not count for the surprises that lady luck had in store to him. Upon passing the gates that gave way to the city his eyes once again changed, which resulted in his immediate arrest. The end result was him being brought before the
Sun Princess herself, upon meeting her his eyes met hers and he felt his heart beat more strongly than he ever felt before. Princess Celestia, on the other hand, was ready to hand down judgment, however, before she could the princess of love intervened in the young prince's favor. Seeing that even with those eyes he fell for the ruler of harmony, at first sight, she saw that his talent was not to be feared and that he meant no harm to her kingdom.

Upon this discovery the sun princess witnessed the stallion's eyes return to normal and saw them for the first time. Asking for forgiveness she offered help so that he could learn how to control his talent, he accepted and proceeded to tell her about his sad tale. His story moved the princess that agreed to aid him in his efforts but seeing what he could become and how far he would go so that he could save his country she found herself wishing to stay by his side. That was when she offered the stallion another deal: if he were to marry her he would have all of her army and power at his disposal.

The stallion smiled at her proposal but declined and offered another deal. "Regardless of you can aid me with the return of my kingdom or not, I offer you all of my existence. In exchange of only your love. And the chance of staying by your side."

Hearing this words Princess Celestia's heart raced with joy. That's when the princess said. "If you would take my hand so that we could share our futures together. I'll gladly accept your offer."

Right then and there both of them shared a passionate kiss under as the Sun set itself to rest on the horizon. It was after that they-"

"What are ya doing Rarity?" Applejack's voice scared the mistress to the point of dropping all of her magic and every object that was being kept animated by it.

"D-d-don't scare me like that!" The seamstress stuttered as she grabbed her chest. "H-how long have you been there?"

"Long enough to hear the entire thing." As always the honesty with this mare was on not from this world. "Where did you get that from?"

"I..." She shifted as she tried to hide her shame, Rarity did after all eavesdrop on a private conversation. "...I'll tell you if you promise me you won't say a word."

"Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a cupcake in my eye." That was a little chanting their friend Pinkie Pie came up with when they made a special promise, so far nopony went as far as to break one of those.

"I...I overheard a conversation between Princess Celestia and Arden after the incident." Rarity finally admitted. "And another one before that, those two looked really close and...I think he might be an alicorn prince from another country." Applejack just stood there for a few moments staring at Rarity with no expression before she burst into laughter.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! That's some nice sense of humor you got there partner!" The mare stated while Rarity she pouted and frowned at her friend. After a few moments of her stare, the earth-pony stopped and tilted her head. "Y-you're serious?"

"Well, how else do you explain him not being knocked out by any of our attacks?" Rarity shot at her friend, the mare started to open her mouth to answer but Rarity didn't allow it. "And remember that doping doesn't let you shift between the trait you prioritize for at least five minutes if you're an expert caster. Not to mention the unicorn is unable to cast other spells during dopping. When he ran away from us he would be focused on speed, yet he also managed to launch Rainbow Dash several feet up in the air while summoning a shield at astonishing speed." At this point, Applejack just huffed and crossed her arms as she frowned at the seamstress.

"Ah still think we are missing something." The cow-girl finally said. "Anyhow, I came here for a favor." Aj, said before sitting on Rarity's bed.

"Yes, darling?" Rarity said raising an eyebrow at her friend's request.

"Ah need ya to make some clothes for winter and rainy season." Rarity just tilted her head as she heard that bit. "Rainbow just passed by mah farm to give us a heads-up about possible weather problems in the following days." Rarity the blinked as she still had questions. "Something about the princess having requested most of the flyers of Equestria to make deliveries all over the country and friendly nations. So the weather teams are gonna have a harder time controlling the weather."

"I see," The seamstress said as she understood the current situation and made some of her tools levitate. "In that case, I'm gonna take your measurements." The earth pony let out a sigh before she got back on hooves and stripped so Rarity could take the measurements.

"So..." The blond said while the white one kept at her work. "...what was that about a marriage proposal between Arden and Celestia?" Rarity was aware that Aj knew about her habit of writing down her fantasies when she was taken over by inspiration.

"That..." Rarity said making some other stuff float around, cloth, thread, needles, and so forth. "...when I got inside the library after the incident I overheard the Princess explaining how males can marry the entirety of their herd as long as all of the members agree. And later on, I overheard Arden asking her if the preparations for the big event in four years were doing okay." The Seamstress said while pinning the cloth pieces together as to adjust them to her friend's body. "Then the Princess, stay still will you? The Princess then said that she was already seeing to it before she asked him how the preparations on his side were doing."

"Then the Princess claimed that this day would be a day to be remembered since it would overlap with the Summer sunset Celebration." At that point, Rarity started to sew the pieces together. "So piecing all of this together I believe that they are going to get married at the Celebration right here at Ponyville. And I also believe that plans to form a herd, hence his question about the marriage system. And such question also points to him being a foreigner. Like Zecora." the seamstress said as she continued to piece the outfit together.

"Yer, sure it ain't just wishful thinking?" The farmer said while she put her clothes back on after Rarity finished the first outfit.

"It doesn't hurt to dream." The seamstress said when she started to make another one, this time on a mannequin. While her friend sat down on Rarity's bed and kept watching Rarity do her thing. 'I wonder...if I am right about this, maybe I can help them have the greatest day of their lives. Maybe he can bring himself to forgive me and share his whole story.'

"So...what's in today's menu Aimée?" Arden asked the faceless guide.

"Look over there." The figure said pointing in a random direction.

That's when Arden saw his final years of high-school. During the last year, he was at the beginning of the final exams for the semester. The first tests were for grammar and algebra, the algebra teacher was okay but the grammar was infamous for being strict during their tests correction. But it was fair, even if most students would complain about them to the principal, others even went after petty things and magnifying them to make them look like a monster. But since they had a solid argument for the scores they gave the complaints never went through. Arden, however, was close to his teachers he found easier to get around with older people than those of his age.

Even if he was with mostly with his teachers Arden still had a decent relationship with his classmates. However, in the week previous to the exams due to some problems with the calendar the grammar teacher was going to have only one class. In said class, they would specify the subjects that would be covered in the test, and said teacher warned that they would do that in the previous week. However, one of his classmates asked the physics teacher to take over the period in which grammar class would take place with the excuse of they wanting to go over the subject for the tests. Most of the class agreed since the majority of the class was stumbling with the last subjects.

After the incident with the doctors, Arden began to ignore the feelings of those around him. In order to do so he started to lose himself in fantasy worlds he created from time to time. Hence his daydreaming state, however as time moved on he began to find it more difficult to keep the other people's emotions out. So he had to lose himself even further, but that would not work during class since he had to pay attention. Therefore he came with another method, he began to worry himself about other things such as following rules down to a letter, studying and writing.

This system, however, had its flaws from time to time, so he had minor incidents that where he faked sickness and such. This event, however, was different, because of how he talked to the teacher he knew that they were going through a tough time so hey needed to keep their job, but with the number of complaints piling up against them the only reason for them not being fired was how evaluations were strict but fair. And due to a moment where he got distracted during class, he felt something from the student that asked for the change. He felt resentment, the student was the top student of the school, but his last tests scores were lower and he dropped a few ranks, all because of grammar.

Bothered by that he stayed until the only ones left in the class were him and the student. Upon asking him why did he ask for the grammar to be replaced knowing what would be covered in the other class. The answer he got was that he was finally going to get the tyrant out of their throne by making them look like they did not tell the subjects and forced the entire class' scores. The student told Arden that he already prepared things with other classes and they all got rid of the grammar classes for the week by swapping them with other subjects. Arden and those closest to him were left out because of his following the rules attitude.

Arden learning about this felt anger towards the student, just like the student felt towards him once Arden declared that he would alert the principal about it if he didn't drop it. Arden even tried to reason with the student by telling the teacher's situation, but the answer to that was: "That's not my problem nor it is yours. They shouldn't have made me lose my ranks, this is payback." At that point, Arden snapped and went straight to the principal. Using every single rule he knew he exposed the student and the classmates involved. The end result was the expulsion of the schemer and all of the involved were punished by being forced to go through a retake of the test that would cover all of the subjects of the year in order to graduate, even if they got a high enough score to pass.

As for Arden, he ended up being isolated from all of the classes. The only people who kept in contact with him were the innocent ones, they thanked him for being honest and helping the teacher, as it turned out some of Arden's friends were trying to help this teacher out during their free time so they discovered that the teacher was strict because of their concerns for the entrance exams their students were going to go through. In Arden's country, the most entrance exams required them to do a multiple choice test as well as an especial essay. Said essay was of a random subject that was kept a secret until the exam day, the catch is that it was worth 60% of the student's complete score.

The teacher told that they kept a close eye on the tendencies for the essay themes the last couple of years and that they believed that the next topic was going to involve the changes in vocabulary and grammar issues that came with the "tech-language" so he made his tests and corrections focus on that so that the students would be prepared to create arguments for it. Later that year Arden passed his entrance exam. The teacher was spot-on, but Arden still had to deal with the hatred from the other students.

Arden remembered how he felt because of the hatred 'I started to become even more scared, every time I felt something like that I got into trouble, either said trouble made people run tests on me or I got a lot of unwanted attention. I should care less about other people's problems.'

"Do you regret helping the teacher?" The guide said pointing to the weak spot at teacher's heart.

"No." Arden said reaching for it.

"Your life and your colleagues' lives were in an almost perfect harmony before this. You followed every single plan you came up with. But this one moment you gave into an impulse and caused discord to take over the wheels. Do you think it was a bad choice?"

"Of cour-" Arden stopped himself there. 'If I had left things as they were someone else was going to suffer. Just like I could have died. The act of causing a disturbance saved my life and my act helped someone in that was in a bad situation to overcome it. Harmony was the wrong choice at that moment. And the discord caused by my actions made me closer to my real friends. My empathy made me cause chaos, but it the outcome was good for everyone involved. Our school got the highest approval records on multiple entrance exams across the country. Which led to multiple students to go ask forgiveness from the teacher once they realized the similarities between the subjects in the teacher's tests and the essay's theme, the one who organized the entire thing however...he grew only bitter about the incident. As for the teacher, he became the principal later on.'

"So tell me, was the order you always used as a tool of any use then?"

"No, in that scenario it was useless. Like it always has been. Harmony only served to those who were 'normal'. To those who felt comfortable with being tied down by every rule. I had to use those, it was the only way to get out of things unnoticed. I wanted to be myself. I wanted to act like I did with only those who I felt comfortable being around. Harmony only existed in my life to tie me down to conventions."

"So tell me, which of them you think ruled over the brat?"

"Definitely discord," Arden said as the memories of what happened, later on, came back to him. The kid continued to come after Arden, even if he was no longer in the same city. Up until that point, Arden always believed that rules where there only to be used when someone wanted to get rid of people being a nuisance. That's why he preferred to use them to deal with his problem since that way he could stay out of the spotlight in most occasions. However, in that scenario, the law came to play as something to protect him, since acting on impulse with the assailer and using more discord against him only seemed to make the brat believe more and more in himself being the righteous one there. The kid tried, again and again, to pull the rug from underneath Arden, but during an attempt in which Arden almost got injured the kid ended up being arrested.

The shock of the situation snapped him back into reality when the brat finally realized how far he had gone he returned to his usual self from before the grade issue. The kid sent a letter to Arden apologizing and ended up getting an early release due to good behavior. Arden met up the guy during the second year of college, the guy straightened himself out and was working hard, the surprise of meeting him made Arden hear the guy again, this time he felt the guys gratitude and regret on his actions. He had recognized that he was lost in discord, but Arden's actions that got him arrested made him realize that he needed to seek help. 'That was when I realized that Harmony with its rules was just as important as Discord with its freedom.'

"Which is the true good? Harmony? Or discord?"

"Neither, our lives are a road filled with twists and turns. Sometimes the right thing to do requires a touch of Discord. Other times it requires a touch of Harmony. Finding the balance should be our ultimate goal. Too much Harmony can lead to stagnation and people can be hurt because we are feeling comfortable with where we stand and don't take action. While too much chaos will lead to unnecessary conflict and in sometimes unnecessary loss of life. Both have their pros and cons. We need to do both as our lives move on. Even if the right thing to do sometimes hurts a bit."

Once again the key piece shinned, but this time it had some sort of magnetic pull on it. looking to his other hand Arden saw the piece from the previous session, letting it fly towards the new fragment Arden watched it attach itself to the glowing spot.

"Is it time to leave?" Arden asked the faceless figure.

"Not yet, there is something you need to address first." The guide said pointing to something behind Arden. Turning around Arden saw a familiar sight, Nightmare Moon.

"Mffmmm." Arden watched the dark mare struggle as multiple threads kept her tied up. "Mfhummmm!" She did not seem happy with her situation.

"Is this because of the wards?" The faceless figure nodded positively. "What do I do to get her out of here?" The guide pointed to a weird white door, Arden let out a sigh as he reached for the mare and carried her over to the door while she tried to kick him. "Off you go." The foggy one said before he tossed her through the door and started to feel himself wake up

"A chaotic soul that understands the importance of harmony. You really are all over the place aren't you?" Aimée said to him as he started to fade. "Not to mention you are in a world of harmony. Yet you are making waves in all directions partner. Keep on living. Keep on improving."

Zecora this time around had prepared the counter potion for the trance-inducing one beforehand. Everything was going smoothly this time, no signs of fever or convulsions. But this time, she found herself inspecting the stallion's torso and face with more care than before. Looking at his hands she saw runes embedded into his skin and fur. 'Incantations? Has he been exposed to enchanted objects in his realm? Learning about his past could serve me well. Objects infused with magic ruin and wonder can bring.'

The hours passed by as she continued to watch the stallion, she often found herself just getting closer to his face and watching him almost laying by his side. Once she noticed that once again he was reaching the last two hours mark she went back to prepare another soup for the male. Like in the previous day she brought back the bowls with the soup and waited for him to wake up. Much to her liking, Arden woke up within the time limit, seeing him waking up made her heart calm down.

"Can this one assume that progress was made?" She asked him as she helped him sit down.

"You can...*yaaaawn* can say that," Arden answered as he winced because of the pain that didn't take long to install itself once again upon him. "So, do I get to eat more of your cooking?"

"Yes," Zecora said picking the bowl and giving it to him. "So, does the soup served warm taste better?"

"Way better," Arden said with his eyes slowly closing, however before he fell asleep again he looked back at Zecora and kept looking at her before he said. "Hey...your eyes...they remind me of emeralds...soooo...*yawn* preeetty." He said before losing consciousness.

Zecora found herself staring at the stallion for several minutes before she realized that she had to let him rest. After carefully placing him on the bed she once again changed herself and covered both him and herself with a blanket. This time, however, she allowed her head to rest on his chest as she slept. Since she was taller than him she had to get her hooves a bit off the bed in order to sleep this way.

'Very nice he is. So...warm he feels. This stallion...quite unique he is indeed.'