[private] She sells seashells by the sea shore // Warbird

[Warbird]

Ah, yes, but the stallion is ever the politician. Prim, proper, maybe a little too upright, it served him very well in his days as king of Calina. One could not afford to always insult the wrong horse, but it was far more than simply tiptoeing around and schmoozing with the other royal horses. Politics and leadership are fickle creatures, and while Warbird misses the structure of his life before, he's not sure that running an entire kingdom is worth missing. 

Oh, he does, to a certain extent. But it's more the relationships that he misses. But she is gone, as are his sons. 

"Aquaria," he repeats, feeling her name on his tongue. "It is my deepest pleasure to have met you. I am Warbird, from ... no where near here." The stallion runs the wrist of his nearest wing along the curve of the nereid's back, only to reach out and trace the same path with his nose. 

"Your scales are beautiful," Warbird rumbles earnestly. "I've never seen a fully scaled horse before. Are they difficult to care for?" He knows his feathers can be a pain sometimes, especially considering they have no waterproofing, and he cannot fly in the rain. 

WARBIRD

icarus flew too high