Do you hear the voices?

[Rocinante]

For you came along, out of a dream I recall

Rocinante | Blue Roan | Belgian Draft | Stallion

My heart was sad and lonely, In knowing that you only
Could bring my love to me

He sees the fear in her eyes, and oh how desperately he wants to make it disappear. She shuffles towards him, a wild, irresistible flightiness in her step, and he wishes he had the words to comfort her. His eyes hold a gentle sadness in their depths, a longing for the things he once had, and a need to build a future. He knows, from the moment she places a gentle touch upon his shoulder, that he is lost. This beautiful creature had him entranced, and this time he wouldn't let his princess slip through his grasp. Rocinante is surprised when she asks if he is real. Was he not a strong and solid stallion? He hardly felt like a phantom to be sure.

Slowly he lowers his muzzle to her neck, maintaining eye contact as long as possible so as not to startle her. It did very little good to spook her when he had made it this far. If she allows it, he places his lips gently to her skin and  attempts to communicate.

Yes, am real. Name Rocinante. And you.

His touch is gentle but his words halting. He has little practice with communicating this way but it felt right, quite necessary even. He needed her to see that he would take care of her, if she would have him, and this was the only way he knew how to show her.

Once finished he takes a carefully slow step away from the doe, searching for any sign of understanding.