A creature with more sense might have questioned the familiarity...might have noted and tried to understand just how it was that their bodies fit together so neatly. That Gaucho just knew where and how to hold his wings, to hold the dove so completely to him. The type of creature who would have wondered those things, would likely have paused. Have asked themself how this could be the case? Didn't this sort of physical remembering necessarily mean that everything Mara had said was true? That he did know Soh; that he did love her. Well, perhaps... But Gaucho is not a creature with more sense. And so, in all his masculine wisdom, Gaucho merely enjoyed in the moment.

At each instance where Sohalia allowed herself to be pulled closer, Gaucho took advantage. Although the weight of his wings upon her back was light - for he was partially using his muscles to hold his wings up, rather than limply leaving his appendages to rest upon her - his grip was insistent. The tips of his wings constantly re-affirmed their purchase upon her back, drawing her closer one millimeter at a time.

Rainbow reflections danced across her cheek as her solidified tears broke and fell from her eyes. Although Gaucho sensibly felt that conversing would do quite a bit of good right now, especially since Sohalia was offering her aid, his pragmatic disposition was greatly displaced by another sort of disposition. Although Sohalia was pressed firmly against him, still his feathers worked upon her back - massaging endlessly. Those flame tipped feathers seemed to be saying, Closer! Closer still... as they danced and played upon her ivory spine. Although Gaucho heard and understood Sohalia's words, he didn't seem to acknowledge them. His dark muzzle sought out hers once again - exhaling deeply, and inhaling her own scent with a needy insistence. But even this new embrace was not enough.

Gaucho's forelegs shifted, as desire permeated through his core. Although Sohalia would not have been able to see his wing tips (although she might have been able to see his hooves, which would have done the same) - the flames there burned brighter and larger - their size and brightness pulsing seemingly with the increased flow of blood surging through Gaucho's veins. Exhaling sharply into her neck, Gaucho's antlered skull raised slightly, as he moved to once again play with the silken tresses of her mane. However, instead of just moving them as he had before, this time his lips smacked together as he tried to grab and tug gently.

Recalling that Sohalia had spoken earlier, Gaucho paused for a moment, exhaling a sexually frustrated snort. "Are helping- He mumbled distractedly. Although the distractedness of his voice should have suggested something else; that it was the truth. His mind was almost fully ignorant of his memory loss at the moment, a state he had been trying to seek out through sparring for the past few days. Although that sort of physical contact certainly helped, it had only dulled the frustration and confusion. With Sohalia however, it all seemed...unimportant. Who he was...if it was all lies...it didn't matter. He only wanted the here and now. The past could wait.

In the grass, Mara blinked. Her reptilian gaze awkwardly looked to the skies, to find the electric Zephyr. As Gaucho grunted, Mara turned her back completely. Clearly she wasn't needed. Although she didn't really trust flying things - not since the ice-dragon had tried to throw her off a cliff - she also didn't really want to be a third wheel. What did Zephyrs eat anyways? Maybe it could pick her up and they could go hunt together.