Go on. Bare your teeth at me.
I'll pull them out
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There is a certain magic in the moment that is as undeniable as it is inexplicable, at least for him. There are as many reasons why she should be striking out at him as there were for her to be entertaining him like this, and he well knew it, even if she did not. Those exact things were the very same reasons he should be at home, guarding and courting the mares that had already agreed to his presence instead of running around cavorting with a mare that may very well not opt to come home with him.
This, of course, did not slow his steps. Nor stop the grin from spreading on his pale lips. Nor deter him in any way that it ought to have. Running with this nameless mare reminded him of the deep, visceral joy life could have. He experienced it at home too - the excitement he felt when Filumena allowed him close, or the thrill of dodging Vitani's hooves, or even the enjoyment that came from being a father. The way his girls placed little flowers in his mane, or bid him to come along and play a part in whatever story they were acting out that day.
But all of those things came with the weight of responsibility, too. The weight of his mare's trust and of their needs that he was responsible for. The pressure of his children's tiny hooves on his heart, reminding him that he was not just living for himself, but for them too. Everything he did had a ripple effect that would touch them, too.
But this? This was pure enjoyment.
He drank in the scent of her for as long as she let him, relishing in the warmth of her skin beneath his muzzle. His eye followed her path as she reached for him and he rumbled a soft laugh beneath his breath as she squealed with the tug of his mane. Pretending to play into it, Raegar tossed his head until the unruly locks of his mane made a halo of dark hair before tossing his head and jogging a few steps away, only to whirl back and strike at the ground - well away from her so that there wasn't any risk of harming her.
Giving another, smaller, toss of his head that freed his eyes from his forelock, he attempted to move closer again and offered his muzzle for her to exchange breaths. As he got close, he murmured an invitation into the space between them.
"Come home with me."