[open] of stones and glass houses [Aquaria/any]

[Warbird]

but Icarus flew too high

It took some doing, and quite a bit of time, but Warbird finally found the land they called Ischia. Half of his time spent away from the place where Aquaria said she called home was spent garnering up his courage and convincing himself it was a necessary trip. Of course it was necessary. Warbird isn't the type to love and leave, and even if that's what the lovely Nereid woman had wanted, it had left the stallion flat footed and uncertain. Did she even want to see him again? 

Doubt plagued him, but there is only one way for the stallion to find out. So, Warbird had set off in search of Ischia. He had a duty, he felt, to check up on her -- it wouldn't be gentlemanly not to, even though he suspects that far too much time has passed for it to be considered proper. But the deed was done, and she had been in heat... he has to know if anything came of their night of drunken debauchery.

Asking here and there, Warbird's gaze finally settles on the mountainous tropical paradise that the denizens of Beqanna had lead him to. The air here is stiflingly hot and humid, even as he flies over the hills and greenery, banking towards the coast. Surely that is were a pretty mermaid could be found. 

But, there is quite a bit of shoreline to explore. Landing daintily, the striped champagne man tucks his wings to his sides, lifts his head and takes in a deep breath: steady, Warbird. Steady. 

And he sets off at a walk on the beach.

WARBIRD

@[Aquaria]