The kiss of wings against his body was something he had yet to get used to – perhaps why she did it so often. With a rustle that is synonymous to love to the stallion at this point, her gold wingtip induces shivers and goose-pricks where it trails, and the somewhat cowardly stallion sidesteps away with a nervous chuckle. Reaching his nose to her in what he hopes is time, the man aims to steal away his cheek (for which she aims) and replace it, instead, with his dark muzzle.

"Hey," he says, looking into her ruby red eyes for as long as he’ll let her, before slowly looking back out into the wood, then at his hooves, that aimlessly move the leaves and debris beneath him.

Though the silence that then grows is comfortable, the sort of quiet that is a blanket beneath which two people lie, their warmth unifying into the easy lull of the soundless music of two lovers in one another’s company. The man, however, is drawn to speak with her after some time, to draw smiles and glances from the girl he’d met on the borders of this very land so long ago. Perhaps one of the only women in all of the world that Dragomir feels so inclined to share any of himself with (prone to hours, days, weeks on end, alone, with his projects), he thirsts for her attention more than he ever has anyone else’s, and thrives on her praise.

It is frightening, as it is comforting. Sighing, lifting his large head to reach for the strands of her gold-tipped mane, to play with them, aimlessly as he talks, as he often does, he quietly breathes in her smell, and tries to pin to his mind this moment, forever, as he has almost all the others.

"You seem well today," he murmurs, worried for his darling as he always is, at least since he’d returned to Helovia and found his Ranjiri widowed, and due with child; even after her daughter’s birth, the normally cheerful mare had been quiet, and reserved. Though she hadn’t said much today, she seemed more at peace today than she had in a while, the lines of her face seemingly at ease, rather than pulled tight over a hidden hurt. Perhaps it was selfish to admit as much, he thinks to himself, but he was somewhat glad to have her mourning to tend to; it had made dealing with his own that much easier to do. Regardless, he does not dally on the topic of Ranjiri’s mood, rather, instead, returns to what he’d been thinking of when she arrived. "Have you seen the new tub yet? I’ll admit it’s a bit frivolous, but the others were all quite delighted with it."

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