Each time he wanders off into the untended depths of the world, he emerges back into something different. Everything is evolving, or devolving at a pace he can scarcely keep up with. Things are much different now, than in the verdant days of his youth. He is aged, and yet ageless all in one. The once dark splotched points of his body have all faded to a silvery white, merging seamlessly with the creamy plumage of his wings. He is no stranger to the Meadow, often visiting in the early hours of twilight when the world is in limbo. The night creatures meandering back to their dens paid him no mind, as the day creatures scampering out into the world regarded him nervously. He watched everything impassively, breaths blowing softly and steadily. A steadfast mountain amidst the winds of change.
 
Uconn was of a gentle temperament, much like the summer night in which he found himself. The air was warm, and moist, with a gentle buzz of insect wings and crickets cries. The soft bubbling of the stream came steadily from his left, and the scent of wet earth and sweet grass filled his nostrils. He did not graze tonight, he felt as though he were waiting for something, expecting something though he did not know what. He cocked a silvery hind leg and set his eyes upon the soft blinking of the fireflies that danced around him.
 
 
OOC: sorry! I am garbage at starter posts!

He is content in the quiet moments, lulled to a sleepy state of bliss amidst the chorus of the evenings crickets. The sweet smell of summer grass and night time dew is soon interjected upon by another scent, one he does not recognize though this does not surprise him. Ears pricked he turns his smokey gaze to meet hers and offers her a soft smile as he listens to her greeting, returning the dip of her head with one of his own. Heda, he commits it to memory as she requests a name from him. ”Its been so long since I’ve last had company I’ve almost forgotten it.” he offers with a soft chuckle. Indeed it seems years since last he was near another, his gypsy’s soul and wanderlust always seeming to outweigh his natural desire for equine interaction. I’m Uconn, it’s a pleasure to make your aquantance.” he offers, studying her.
 
What brings you out tonight? he probes amicably, naturally curious about the woman before him. He himself has been brought by a whim, nothing more, nothing less. The Meadow had always been a favorite of his in the summer time. Come winter he’d look for warmer lodging, but for now this was perfect.