It is perhaps because they are both such feeling creatures that makes them so easily spoken between each other once the distance they’d had recently had subsided. His skin against hers always had made her bolder, hungrier for life, more famished of connection. His being beside her is what reminded her she was meant to be closer, nearer, to all those of the Desert. He made her better, made her want to be better. It was a treasurable trait, she thought, for one individual to make her so much more than she was alone.

It was why she would throw her own hat into the ring. To stand beside him in her own manner, in her own strengths, and let them brace together like a great tent over the Desert residents in each their own way.

His head droops, his body relaxing and resting into hers, and she teases teeth along his skin. She wants something stable, had been waiting for someone else to solidify the third pillar for her -- but he gives her the gumption to make the change she wanted to see in the world her own self. His breath against her neck, his single word a vote of confidence in what they could do together, makes her last words fall freely into the air between them. He with her, her with him - if they remained a part of each other, were interwoven into each other, how could any day of this life be a waste, be a failure. Together they felt love, together they made life, together the two halves of a whole could be complete. "Do you promise?"

"With my every moment, fiber, and feeling." She takes the first truly bold move in the entirety of their acquaintance, then, and drags the line of her body forward with an inward curve so that his neck cupped over the generous swell of her crest, then withers, then haunches. "I want for nothing if I have you." The only betrayal of her true, submissive, nature is the single twitch of her ears by a hair’s movement. She is still of the Old Ways too much to demand, to be so blunt as to put voice to the desire clearly written on both her face and the snap of her tail. The locks thereof lay across his withers, hanging by the weight of their length for a moment before sliding back to sweep her hocks.