He was glad that she came; a feeling that rather took him by surprise.

At the sound of her approach, the softness of her hoof falls upon the sands, Gaucho turned. In the chaos of his initial return earlier that day, he hadn't the chance to properly stop and admire her, as he did now. The light from his wings accompanied the rays of the sun, cast a multitude of colours to play and dazzle against the blank canvas of her body. Her scent gently wafted towards him - both sweet and alluring at the same time - igniting flames (both internal and external) to grow in strength. As always in her presence, Gaucho's mind struggled to struggled to remain focused. Constantly his gaze wandered - dropping from her own, to admire and study the gentle and inviting curves of her neck and shoulders, to the point where feathers fused into hair, to the succulent curve of her flank...

With a quiet snort, the WildFire's gaze returned to her dual-colored eyes, momentarily marveling at the way the markings on his antlers danced and played in her eyes. He looked at her now, with a recognition that was not present the last time they met intimately. Would she want to talk? To know what happened? It hadn't been long since they were last together, although it felt like ages for Gaucho. His discussion with Ophelia and their subsequent journey to the veins...his meeting with the Sun God...Would she want to hear about it? Or would she have more...pressing questions? Mara had tried to explain the mind of a woman, of what Sohalia likely wanted to discuss when they had met in the caves; the kind of conversation they should have had long ago. Gaucho tried to listen and understand, but fell short at each attempt. The thought of Sohalia, with her complicated words and disappointed face, cross with him for not understanding, was quite possibly one of the only things in life he truly feared.

Would she have that face now?

"Soh-" He replied with a warm smile and then, stepping towards her, whispered: "kahleesi." The word meant more than simply queen, it meant partner, wife. But she would not be a true kahleesi, until he was khal - the king, once again. You see how subtle and intricate Gaucho can be, when speaking his own language? To hint at the state of their relationship and his plans for the future? All hidden in a word, but were words what she wanted?

Although his eyes once again slipped to the curve of her chest, his teeth ground together in an effort to refocus. He would speak, if that is what she wanted.