Meadow

She is looking as bemused by him as she had ever been, perhaps even moreso now that she knew what use he could be for her. She had not seemed deterred last year, after all, and it had led him to believe her tastes to run along his own. His brown eyes look her over, appreciating until he notes the distress clear between the clean, beautiful, lines. Motherhood had not done her ill, but perhaps something else had… something else that she had run from her island to escape? Or perhaps to have a breath to consider?

He stops trying to read the impossible and instead addresses her - even with a hint of humility regarding whether she agreed that fate had been kind to help her to him as it had. And his invitation certainly hid nothing of his continued interest, nor his body the interest in her that had always remained as potent as their first night. "I don’t claim to understand the motivation of the fates..." she says, his approach enriching her tone and expression in the night quiet and darkness. "Who am I, to deny them?"

"I would never, not if it meant to fight the yearning of an entire year." It is perhaps the most subservient as he had ever spoken of himself, "To dance with you again, Lasya, would be more than I deserved even once in this lifetime."

He approaches those last feet, heated up from the inside out at the suggestion of another chance to feast on the meat of such a karmic gift as Pilar was to him. He is gentler, more controlled, this time. He is more keen on her, before, above, and after. He fights the need to entrap her beyond a solid and careful grip on her withers and mane. "Do not run from me, Pilar. Stay with me a while, even if it is but a night or two. Give me that and I would give you whatever gift you could ask in return."

He is not ready to part from her, not after so little a nibble into that ache that he’d survived for an entire year. He strokes his muzzle long along her, touching anywhere that could maybe coax her to his hopes, stroking his teeth along where her skin flickers and resting his head at last across the thick of her croup and hips. "I have never seen you out of the shine of stars and moon-- but I could not think any as able to beautify the night as you."