It isn't every day he gets snuck upon. It' isn't impossible, no, and he is especially vulnerable after landing before he can get his bearings, but good Lord, does he get a good shot of prey-instinct fright at the sudden appearance of the mare. After jolting, Warbird snorts and swats his long, blonde tail a few times, blinking. What on Earth...?
What he sees, the pegasus is quite sure he's never seen before. She is lovely in her own way, and wildly unique -- her coat is intensely bright, and she sports lovely golden fins adorning her head, neck, and spine. Wings just as brilliant as the rest of her adorn her back. But most eye catching of all are her markings. Scars? Warbird is not sure which they are, but they pulse... and he imagines it to the beat of her heart.
The mare is truly something to behold.
"Ah, my deepest apologize, miss," the pegasus breathes, voice deep and cultured. Politely, Warbird lowers his antlers in a small bow. "Greetings. I am afraid I am, indeed, quite lost. I am new here -- my daughter and I were separated in our travels. Have you seen her? About my size, antlers, wings?"
Warbird stomps a hoof, tutting at himself. "Oh, where are my manners? Warbird, at your service. You are...?"
WARBIRD
but icarus flew too high
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