I didn't think you wanted another child when you refused me before. He says, and she makes a noncommital noise in the back of her throat. "So?" She gently presses her shoulder against his. "You know how us women can be - so indecisive and all." She smirks at him. "So, what's it gonna be?" She presses him further, giving a subtle flick of her tail. She doesn't even need to ask, really. She knows what his answer will be - what any stallion's answer would be.

I will not deny my mare what she wants, he says, and Zhenya smirks triumphantly. "Good." She feels a strange sense of satisfaction as they finish their gentle sin, their bodies separated by only a few steps. Felony seems unsure as to whether or not he should stay. The first time, she had sent him off immediately afterwards, still upset by the fact she was agreeing to his little proposal. But now, she feels no desire to be alone. Actually, it is quite the opposite; she draws herself closer to him, their bodies pressed together again just as before. "Felony." She says, his name sliding gently off her tongue, her dark eyes probing his face. A gentle sigh whispers past her lips. She knows what she wants to say - she's just unsure of how to say it without coming off as too sentimental or sappy.

"How have you been?" She settles for a mundane question, hoping it might open passageways into deeper conversation, should he decide to cooperate, of course. She searches his face for clues - something that might give her an indication of how he's feeling, both physically and mentally. Though he hadn't changed much (personality wise) from the spitfire stallion she had met many seasons ago, she knew too well of his afflictions. Their reunion in the falls shouldn't have shocked her, but it did. It opened her eyes to the very real possibility that Felony wouldn't always be around to protect her from his brothers. Not that she couldn't protect herself - but having him by her side as an added safety measure didn't hurt, either.