The night was a muddied whirlwind of intoxication and pleasure, and he's not sure he remembers it all. He doesn't have to; Warbird remembers enough through the fermented fruit haze to know he had a good time with a stranger.
It isn't the stallion's usual MO. Warbird usually has so much control, too much rigidity to him to indulge in the looseness of intoxication -- he's never really liked how it affected him. But loneliness has a way of sneaking up on a man and making him reconsider things he normally may not have given a thought to. The striped stallion spent an evening talking, eating rotten, terrible fruit, and engaging in delightful debauchery with a mare who's name he's not sure he remembers.
Warbird regrets none of it. Dark lips quirk into a smile as he looks at his current companion. She is unique, and terribly beautiful for all that he's never seen someone quite like her before. The land from which he hails is more ... tame, as it were. Pegasus were common, as were horns, and odd colors, but this place has magic Warbird could never ever dream of.
"It was very fun, my dear," Warbird thrums, using the term lightly. Then, he gets an awkward, apologetic look.
"And I am very sorry. I am positive you told me your name, but ... how terribly inappropriate of me to have forgotten your name." He really does feel awful. "Would you be good enough to remind this old dumb stallion?"
WARBIRD
icarus flew too high
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