[open] ♫ oh i'm a master pretender [anyone]

[Gale]

Rolling his shoulders causes his wings to shift, and Blue resettles them much as he resettles his weight, leaning to one side in a manner that is decidedly non-threatening. Though he’s forgotten most of his early lessons in manners, some things come easily to a creature with an innately kind heart, and he doesn’t wish to make this stranger uncomfortable. She seems nervous nonetheless, and for a moment he finds himself longing for the familial gift of soothing. That longing is as surprising to him as the ability would be to her, and Blue realizes he’s remembered something that is not a vision. The realization brightens his expression just as the mare introduces herself, and Blue’s smile in reply is bright and friendly.

“Gloariana,” he repeats. “That’s a pretty name. ” Another stallion might have added a compliment, something about how it is fitting, but flirtation is as foreign to Blue as cruelty. The two are not left in limbo though, as the piebald mare adds that it is nice to meet him, and Blue repeats this along with a question of his own.

“What brings you to the Meadow? I came to see how different it was than my home, but other than the lack of the ocean, not much is different. Do you know-  is it warm here year round?” Weather and climate inquiries are perhaps not standard Meadow-fare, but Blue has come here for a reason, and he is determined to learn what he can.

@[Gloariana]