He had missed her, but nothing could explain how he felt now. The softness of her face, the thick of her hair, and the length of her limbs. All of her looked perfect in his wild eyes. Her lips speak his name is such a soft tone the leaves him wanting more. He could listen to Kimber talk all day without needing a say a single word. Just as her eyes trail his body, he looks her over again. Her legs were longer than he remembers and her coat has changed some. It might be because it has been month since he has seen her, but Kimber was looking older. She was almost looking grown.
Askold stands tall as she steps closer. He does not move an inch away from her as she breathes in his scent. He does the same, extending his muzzle slightly to be closer to her warm skin. Still, Askold does not touch her. Not unless the lady asks him to. Their eyes meet as she asks what ails him. There were many things wrapped up in his thoughts, but at this very moment the only worry he had was of her. “I’ve been searching for you.” He speaks lowly, but thankfully they were close so she could hear. It wasn’t like he was ashamed, but Askold was a private colt. His words were only meant for her ears.
”Kimber…” Her name leaves his lips as he breathes out, muzzle reaching out towards her. Askold does not touch her, but he gets close to her shoulder awaiting the filly to go the few inches forward and allow him the feel of her skin.