Raegar placed far less weight in words than he did in actions. He didn't know if it was because he had spent his formative months only hearing expletives and demands to leave his mother alone, but he suspected that might have done it. It was why he spoke as much with his body as he did with his mouth, why he read the welcome in the soft whuffling sound she'd made and the sparkle in her eye rather than believing the disinterest in her voice.

She knew what he knew about their destinies, even if she didn't want to believe it yet.

"That was my hope," he teased in response to her question, his dark tail whisking briefling over the solid span of his hips. Like his parents, Raegar was solidly built with thick bone. He had his dam's feathering and stubbornness, with his father's cunning and resolve. The boyish charm, however, was all his own.

He took a few slow, careful steps forward, attempting to read her body language before each forward inch. He wanted to be close enough to exchange breath with her again without wanting to scare her away. The young overo fully believed that she was into him as he was to her, but he knew all too well that he'd gotten too eager with other mares in the past and put them on edge before. "I had to show you that I mean what I say," he murmurs, a slow smile building on his lips. "So that when I tell you I very much want to get to know you, you believe me."

What he wanted, in truth, was to spirit her away to the Badlands right now and spend long, idle hours getting acquainted with each curve and crease of her body. To learn the small ways she smiled before her lips ever curved, and to show her what it was he loved about his home so that she, too, would love it as much as him.

"You don't belong to Fell." It was a statement, not a question. Raegar had no proof, of course. It wasn't as if he and the black stallion spent any of their time together communicating with something as pedantic as words, but there were signs that had persisted between both of his visits that old him enough. For her to not smell of the black stallion in the middle of Fall either meant that they had no relationship to speak of, or the black had no claim to her. Either way, as long as Raegar was concerned, that meant she was fair game for him to flirt with. Raegar still wasn't sure what had inspired his rival to take on unrelated lieutenant stallions, but as long as they stayed out of his way, he didn't particularly care.

He extended his muzzle toward her again, the dark curtain of his mane tumbling forward as his neck drew taught again. Into the narrow space between them, he murmured a question. "Do you want to belong to me?"

young stallion - mutt - seal bay overo - 15.1h - rafe x velahrn