His emerald eyes turn to the lake, the water glassy and unperturbed except for the ripple from a gentle breeze. He remains there for some time, staring into the water but never truly seeing it, until there is a rustling in the air that hadn't been there moments before. Smoak pulls himself away from the glistening lake and tilts his head skyward, tousled forelock falling over his forehead haphazardly, to search for the source of the noise. The noise grows louder but is short-lived, falling into silence just as the pegasus comes into view. Her wings are spread wide as her cremello frame coasts closer and closer to the soft earth of the Field.
Her coat glistens beneath the sun, even more than his own light bay, and Smoak is momentarily distracted from his brooding. He is moving towards her even before he knows what he is doing, his hooves falling steadily against the snow-dusted earth.
It takes him a minute to reach the winged woman, as she had landed across the lake from him. It appears that she hadn't noticed him when she'd first landed in the middle of the Field, but admittedly, he is not looking or feeling healthy enough to attract much attention, what with his peekaboo ribs and gaunt face. The young stallion comes to a halt a few yards from the painted mare, a loud nicker emanating from his maw to refrain from spooking the woman. "Hello," he says pleasantly, with his head tilted up just slightly. "Is it beautiful from up there?" he inquires as he motions to her feathered wings with his chin. Both his mother and father had been capable of flight; his mother with her wings, and his father with his shifting, but Smoak had not been so lucky.
Clearing his throat, he turns his bone-armored head away to look at the lake again for a moment. "Have you, by chance, seen a black stallion and a gold pegasus from up there?" he asks thoughtfully as he tries not to let the hope seep into his voice.
here's a handshake, soldier, 'cause we both lost the war
@[Nymf]