08-20-2019, 08:12 AM
Aodhán
little fire
All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
The blue and gold parrot doesn’t really try to hide; he knows that if he stands out, anyone who knows him will be suspicious of his true nature, exactly like he wants it to be. But as he crosses the beach air, using the sand’s warmth to lift him with the littles effort, he doesn’t spot someone he knows - he spots someone else entirely, another female - is Ischia made of pretty females? That would be a lucky discovery - and she’s spotted him as well, though he doesn’t think she knows he is different from the parrots other than his colouring, just yet.
For a split second, he debates messing with her head like he once did with Ruinam (or rather, with Ruinam’s fox companion), but then he just lowers himself to her head’s level. Flapping in place, his green eyes look her over with joy in his eyes for having found someone to talk to (and honestly, someone super pretty to look at while talking, too). ”Good afternoon!” he wishes her, and thinks that that will be quite enough greeting from an otherwise random parrot to a mare. Let’s first see what she makes of it.
For a split second, he debates messing with her head like he once did with Ruinam (or rather, with Ruinam’s fox companion), but then he just lowers himself to her head’s level. Flapping in place, his green eyes look her over with joy in his eyes for having found someone to talk to (and honestly, someone super pretty to look at while talking, too). ”Good afternoon!” he wishes her, and thinks that that will be quite enough greeting from an otherwise random parrot to a mare. Let’s first see what she makes of it.
@[Aquaria]