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Her body reflects in his gaze as she speaks. He tries to completely focus on her words and forget the sensations that were overtaking his young body. Dark ears lean towards her as Ironclad is engulfed into a world of only Kvothe. None of his prior troubles mattered, no one at home mattered, only his building relationship with his new herd member. This was by far the best claiming experience he has ever had. She says she will be fine to travel once the sun has risen, but that was given she got some rest.

She also says she didn't want to keep him from his family so if he wanted to leave he could. A bit of frustration crosses his thoughts. The last time he just assumed his new mare would follow him home he ended up having to come back out to sea just to find her cuddled up with a stallion supposed to be a friend. He could not leave her alone, would not, until she was safe in the Inlet. "My family will be fine without me for a while." He says with a small sigh. Plus, the Inlet could use more herd members and his father would continue to be proud if he kept bringing in mares.

His small figure casts a shadow of her hide, creating a dark spot on the bottom half of her body just as the sun lit up her face with a beautiful orange glow. It was this moment that he thinks this was it. This was the beauty of life everyone talks about, one of the reasons he sought others outside of Tinuvel. Kvothe spins the spot she had chosen until she quickly settles. He can see the difference in her body as she relaxes as he slowly traces her figure. From the back of her head, down her neck, across the curve of her back, and to the roundness of her rump.

In a moment of weakness, Ironclad suddenly becomes a slave to his hormones. His eyes gloss over like someone who wasn't entirely there as his legs begin to carry him closer at the slow, calm, pace. His nose reaches out to the sweet aroma taking over his senses as he gets even closer. His nose presses lightly to her croup as his body then slides against hers to the right of her. "I would like to stay and rest with you," he whispers in an odd tone he has never used before. He presses against her side, feeling the warmth of her tall form against his thinner shape, but his mind remains in a thick haze.

Honestly, he didn't know what he was doing or even why he was doing it. His front legs raise to land on the loin of her back. Why? He doesn't know. He faces her side now, gripping on her back for balance at the strange angle he stands. She was so tall compared to him that his back is stretched awkwardly and he loses his footing after only a handful of seconds on her back. With all fours back on the grass, he stares hard to at rump with his deep inhales coming from his outstretched nose.