Moonspear only i, to welcome back.

>:D

Deadpan. Bronco's sense of humour had never endeared him to his mother, whose sense of humour was more morose than anything, and definitely more than a stone's throw away from the light-hearted merriment Bronco used and preferred. And he wasn't certain if she was choosing to ignore his jest or if it had completely passed between her tall, pointed ears until she ignored his statement and asked another question about it. Her breath caused a small puff of the mica dust to lift from his pelt and glitter for a moment in the light before it settled to the ground. He found her confusion adorable. 

Of course, the cheeky yearling's first instinct was the one he chose to follow, regardless of the potential outcome. "Yep," He said, with a nod. And- not wanting Desdemona to feel left out of the new trend, given the fact that she'd been out working for most of the month of August- he lowered his head and unabashedly thrust his shoulder toward hers, with the intention of rubbing himself down one side of her (though he made sure to be polite and avoid her hind quarters) and as long as she didn't step out of the way, he'd rub himself all the way up along the other side of her- making his own fur stand on end from the static he'd created with the friction that would sparkle and crackle in the air as he shared his mica dust with her. "Now you're all the rage, too," He said, grinning.