Intrigued by the golden mare soft velvet lobes flickered upon his crown, aware of her motions, the way she breathed, even the way her wings fluttered upon her smooth golden shoulders. Fascinated with her polished hue and cream silks that shadowed her view, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the adorable lady. As she stared blankly upon him he grew confused gazing into her fluttering eyes in question. Perhaps she didn’t hear his statement about the elder oak the stood in her way. Startled when her emotion curved into a prideful smile, crown retracted and elevated against the heavens to its normal height.

As she continued to give commentary on hosting conversations with the timber-wood he couldn’t help but let a puzzled look cross his visage, ivory dripped lips curving into an unsure smile. Who talks to trees, and actually holds a conversation with such elements of nature? Giving a kind swallow and holding his words in question; a simple nod was given in gesture. As her wings began to tremble, the sound of their rapid beating over her shoulders, her mane ruffled by the breeze thrown by them, stricken by the way she seemed to gaze upon him as if he was something mystical.

And indeed he was something to gawk at wasn’t he?

Shiny? The silver knight laughed within, doing his best to keep a kind face about the mare. His golden crest was adorned with pride, as he collected himself on a since of entitlement and gave a short glance to either wing as they followed suit and unraveled at his side. It was an awkward moment, for the silver steed felt unsure of how the lady felt about her ‘tiny’ situation that fluttered upon her shoulders.

"Aye m’lady, and you such wee-ones." Baritone lyrics were friendly, and not intended to hurt her feelings. She was still a beautiful golden mare, and would be given the utmost respects should she do the same. It wasn’t just the wings that were tiny, it was the mare in general that seemed to be a dwarf Pegasus. His legs shifted as his wings out stretched from his sides before retracting to their comfortable state, obsidian locks rippling with the winter’s cold breeze golden orbs reflecting the heavens. "The names Hawkeye, what may I call such a lovely lady?" Such a smooth talker, his tone laced with charm and airmanship as he seemed to beam all that was high and mighty.

Just another Pegasus, with leadership flowing thorough his veins; even the gods blessed colors of glittering gold daggers, crest and eyes with depths deep as the oceans. He was a stunning young stallion, though he was seeking nothing but companions despite his laced words of bantering. He thought briefly for a moment, of if this one was to follow him home he could not fly and leave her behind. He would have to run, to briskly dance across the snow and back to their caverns buried under the earth’s crust.

His heart sank within at the thought of not being able to fly out of here. But it would be in his duty to escort the lady home, should she desire.

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oOc: I love the way you write her. <3