Hector unfurled his giant, brown feathery wings and launched into the air. It was a pleasurable journey from the Throat to the Threshold and the brute had found himself with ample time. He so wanted to go out and explore the land but his battered shy nature was keeping him roaming around the Throat. Scared of what others there may be in the land. Of all that he had met so far, Hector shouldn't act this way, still. This was a force of habit, pounded into him for 3 meagre years of his whole idiotic existence, and something that would take a while for orange topped tribrid to crack. However, the one place Hector had been before was the Threshold and it didn't take him too long to wrestle with his own fear to go back there. At least he'd been there before. Well, that's what Hector kept telling himself.

The trees below him became denser and the familiar smells of the Threshold wafted up his nostrils, along with a stranger smell. A newcomer. He hovered in the air a moment wondering whether to go greet the stranger, nerves creeping into his already timid state. In taking a large amount of air, Hector angled his wings slightly and lowered himself carefully through the trees. Touching the ground he noted that the stranger was a mare, a bay pegasus mare with wings not much unlike his own. That was where the similarities ended however.

Orangemoon was beginning to take its toll on the leaves; orange, yellow and the odd green. They fell from humble branches as he set his equine hooves on the the earths surface, doing flips in the air before landing in random places upon his broad back. Vibrant orange eyes looked rather shyly at the femme before him with hints of wonder in them. What would she think of him? A stallion of all three species, would she think him... Strange? Hector swallowed and bravely opened his maw for his low, commanding vocals "... Hullo miss err. Well I'm Hector, of the Dragons Throat herd. Its a plea-" He stopped abruptly as he noticed her sadness for the first time. It seemed so intense. Tilting his head to one side in concern, Hector took a step forward unconsciously with eyes riddled with sympathy. "What's the matter?"

He blurted it out before thinking it through, the need to make the femme happy once more overriding his sense of judgment. Recoiling, Hector's face changed into embarrassment, eyes roving to the ground.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude on anything personal. You don't have to tell me." He winced at the hurried tones in his voice, making him turn his head in even more embarrassment.