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

[Warbird]

but Icarus flew too high

The heat would be horribly oppressive if it weren't for the remarkably cool breeze blowing in from the ocean. Warbird sighs softly, head bobbing just a little with every step, hooves sinking in the crystal white sand. He is unused to traveling on ground like this -- the antlered stallion struggles some, muscles beginning to ache after only an hour of slogging through it. The tide has begun to go out, though, so Warbird shifts his path down closer to the ocean where the ground is packed more firmly. That makes it easier. 

He comes around a bend, head level with his withers, and spots someone nearby. It's a female, and ... a familiar one, if her scent is anything to go by. But... that doesn't look like the same Aquaria he'd seen all those months ago. Warbird comes up short, head lifting in surprise, ears locking on her as she laughs. It's an unhinged sort of sound. What on Earth had happened to her?

The stallion reaches out with his nose, but comes short of touching her. 

"...Aquaria, what happened?" his deep, bassy voice asks in genuine concern. "What is wrong?"

WARBIRD

@[Aquaria]