Hoshor Plains to the divine, mischievous spark in you

steps quicken as they danced closer, the rumble of his greeting sending shivers to sweep across her spine. "husband," she purrs with returned affection, leaning close as he moved to place a kiss to her cheek, a nip to her ear.

she breathes in the moment, drinking in the stories of his labor and dedication to their home. she shifts to press her muzzle to the side of his neck, placing tender nibbles and doting kisses where she could reach.

she would not thought to have felt such magnetism to anyone outside of her own children, and yet...

"you've been busy," she states with a step back to search for the mossy green she'd found to be a comfort, her eyes speaking of praise and curiosity all the same. and in the wordless gleam of her gaze, words not need spoken for her intent to be clear.

she wished to know of his findings, of his troubles, of his interests and of his doubts. she wished of all he had to share.