His position on the branches is an easy one, and a lazy one too. He’d taken his now-familiar parrot shape, because small animals get noticed less and notice all the same, or even more. Although right then and there he would not have noticed much right away, since his eyes were close and the sun was warm on his feathers.
The soft bump of the kelpie towards the beach could have been anything from a sea creature to a log of driftwood; only when the lapping water has changed in tone long enough, does the parrot open his eyes to see what landed on his figurative doorstep. Opens them wider when it is large and largely horse-shaped. A fish-male? That’s something. Something he’s never seen before, and he’s seen -and tried- plenty.
The male before him is enchantingly beautiful, which he can admit safely from this distance - though he suspects from the blue and gold-rimmed male’s muscled body that he may also be a predator - a lulled one however, but may still be dangerous.
Aodhán wonders what he’d make of the copycat.
His decision to flutter down is made long before he decided to act; landing with four hooves on the sand, the gold-spotted baroque horse nears the kelpie casually. ”I’ve never seen you before,” he outs, the curiosity clear in his voice. ”Have you been around Ischia long?”
from the ashes a fire shall be woken
@[Ivar] so Aodhan is maybe not that straight I guess