It doesn’t take Phaedrus long to get back in the groove of things, no matter how long his intermittent lapses of time/wandering happens. As soon as he is back, he is back in full force, a whirlwind nothing would stop. Today he makes his usual trips, beginning with the Dale, everything seemed to be normal there, then the field, here is where he lingers a little longer. Soaring above, in the clouds where the wind whips his heavy mane from his neck. He used to travel on the ground, beneath the trees, through the rivers, but since Sheba disappeared, well, there was nothing to keep him down there anymore. He begins to look for someone to peek his interest, someone that didn’t have too many others mulling around them. As social as he must be at times, his aversion to crowds still remains. Today the open lands seem to be teaming with horses, they come out in droves, the males eye the females, and the females call out to the males, others standing in groups chatting politely. Then there are the loners, the ones that haven’t trumpeted their call, or galloped around making a fool of themselves.

It’s not until it’s too late that he notices another airborne equine departing from the skies. He begins to circle, diving after her, but by the time that he is on the ground balancing himself with his wings another has already approached. He snorts his annoyance before making his presence known, he had rather hoped to single out a horse without any company, but that just isn’t a plausible scenario no matter how he looked at it. Can’t blame one for hoping right? He is not one to fall in love, he had never loved, and never planned to anytime in the near future. What he can’t deny though is the irritatingly bitter mare that had weaseled her way into his thoughts. He is still mad at her, though he cannot understand why, maybe it was the bony ass that he couldn’t seem to stop admiring. Most would probably say that she was an ugly creature, but to him, she was a wisp of a thing, that not only desperately needed to be protected, but also could dare the wind to stop blowing. He is sure that it would obey her, as small and physically helpless as she is, he is sure that she could use that fiery tongue of hers to rip apart kingdoms. He loved enjoyed it to no end. Thinking about her seemed to be the favorite past time lately, he couldn’t figure out why though, she was mean spirited, and saucy if anything other than bitter came to mind, but then she would have these moments… moments where she was simply a scared delicate mare looking for comfort in a cold world. These moments would break soften his heart every time. He just wanted to wrap his wings around her and whisper to her until she knew that things were going to be okay, that she didn’t need to fear anything because he would be by her side forever.

Coming closer he makes a once over both horses, something completely inappropriate, and discusting shows itself announcing the other males interest. He can’t help but role his chocolate eyes. He was thinking of saying something along the lines of, have some self-control boy, but he does not. Instead he nods to the both of them, I’m Phaedrus, nice to meet you. He switches his tail wondering slightly at the twinge of a feeling, something slightly akin to curiosity, this puzzled him, nothing special going on here, why would couldn’t he remember his thoughts from before approaching this group?