God this mare is surprisingly easy. She easily agrees to join his herd, without any sign of hesitation or nerves. It appears his fortunes are turning around. Yesterday one mare, today, two mares, tomorrow, who knows? "Excellent." His smile widens, and he inclines his head politely. "It's a pleasure to meet you Raincloud, I am Zayn." Then she propositions him, and his eyes widen imperceptibly. Quite a forward one, isn't she? Not that he minds - he has a certain appreciation for a mare that doesn't bother with beating around the bush. "Of course." He steps forward, reaching out with his golden muzzle to brush against her immaculate coat. With the occasional little nip, he works his way around to stand behind her, then mounts. When he's done, he climbs off and walks around to face her again. "Shall we head home now? I think you'll like it."
OOC: There yah go.
OOC: There yah go.