[open] Eyes are the soul's windows...

[Popinjay]

She was not quite what you would call refined.

Dawn finds the Rook out flying, as she often is, sharp eagle eyes watching the earth for prey and anything - anyone - of interest. The field is often disappointing but today a body crosses through it, the early sun peeking over the edge illuminating their golden shape. Ever ready to meet a stranger from a strange land, Popinjay shifts out of her enormous avian shape to something rather more horse-like. The curls of her mane, wind-whipped, become wild knots that bounce and swing against her dark, curved neck, and in the light of the new day, she is smoke and coals, her near-black coat burnished with red.

She lands in a flurry of feathers - the season is growing late, the old feathers are falling loose and making room for new, and it makes her wings itch, makes the feathers harder to settle into place so the little bay shakes them vigorously until the fall together with a whispery, zipping, sort of sound. Her eyes are dancing, her grin is bright, as she approaches the stranger and blue eyes flick her way.

Poppy pulls up close - too close - she has never bothered with the better parts of social etiquette. The palomino smells of places far away from here, far away from magic and dragonfire, and that is interesting enough, in its way. Foreigners are rare, Beqanna is surrounded on all sides by water, after all, and she has no wings to easily cross those seas.

"Hello! How did you get here?"

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@[Fenestra] Hello! Sorry this reply took so long, but welcome to BQ! There is a current site-wide plot involving an eclipse we can't get rid of so everything is very dark, but we can either pretend this thread is happening before all that, or write the eclipse in as we go, whatever you prefer! Here's the thread with more info https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=28607