An ear splayed sideways in uncertainty while the other remained attentive, listening for the soft sound of her pale hoof falls. The astral beauty was wrought with confusion for the King. Each of their encounters had been… Had wavered on ground fraught with tension— emotional and otherwise. He had traced the silken constellation upon her neck; she had traced the rough marking on his barrel… and she had vanished
A long sigh made itself visible around his muzzle, a fleeting could in the starlit night. “Katerina,” his low voice rolled into the evening air. He would not seek out the star-marked; he would not force his company on her. But, with his voice laden with curiosity and craving, he hoped his call would bring her to him.
Mbwene, mostly asleep on her small feet, leaned heavily against his back leg— also anchoring him in place with her calf body. Her trunk wrapped around his leg, head leaning his cannon bone, as a small yawn escaped her. Blurry blue eyes slipped shut as she sent images of her warm, comfortable bed through their bond.
@Katerina sorry about the wait!