NAYL, ANY, ALL

[Bowie]

This is Major Tom to Ground Control. I'm stepping through the door and I'm floating in a most peculiar way. And the stars look very different today. For here am I sitting in a tin can. Far above the world, Planet Earth is blue and there's nothing I can do.

Bowie is not the best at being in the right place at the right time. He prefers to spend his days in Nerine basking in warm suns and drifting along the dark sands like the content man that he is. He does not play politics nor does he plan to. His life is a simple one.

The sounds of a call, the voices, the tension snatches him from sleep. Bowie's features wrinkle and he sighs heavily as he hauls up the sprawled out purple body and glittery wings in a rather loud huff. he takes hi time- practically ages -to get to his feet and finally move onward to join the group. Duo toned eyes rove over the crowd and from face to face before he decides to settle in along Djinni. The stallion thinks the woman is rather attractive and endlessly interesting plus he feels the most comfortable with her as well. With a friendly bump, he slides along her side to fall silent and listen as the group debated the future of Nerine.

Bowie.

just wanted to show face!