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

[Warbird]

...That went south somewhat quick. Warbird listens to her awkwardly talk about her scales, only to have her pull away and call him mister. The stallion's head rises, a look of polite confusion crossing his features as she thanks him for a good time and steps slowly towards the river. The striped man makes no move to stop her, or raise any objections -- he only observes as the wind blows his long blonde forelock all over the place. 

"Well, I," he says finally, words halting as Warbird struggles with what to actually say. "...It... was a pleasure to meet you, madam." The stud lowers his head in a polite bow, and turns to slowly make his way back to higher ground, where he can catch the wind and take to the sky. 

What on earth did I say?

WARBIRD

icarus flew too high