Widened features opened to greet a new morn. Each silent exhale circling upward fogging between flicked auds. His home was a budding fragrance of possibility, and newly formed wonder; he could only sample a single other creature upon the breeze. Frame remained curled against the solid bark of an old magnolia; limbs lay beneath him and tightly closed appendages begged for release. He obliged with a yawn and rose with uncurling motions. Dust and earth slithered from a flawless hide, Midas shook once; wings stretched with limbs shifting to accommodate the motion. A raw thirst nagged around his vocals, dry and chipped were his lips.

Skull turned with velvet senses perking toward finding a liquid that would sooth such longing. Finding no hint of source he snorted and parted body from land with a light trot forward. Air was sought with pounding wings beating unflinchingly, muscled neck stretched toward limit. Mane whipped against his shoulders while tail bannered proudly behind. Ebony pelt caught morning rays like a bright bullet streaking by. Angled tawny colored eyes glanced downward at disappearing land. Breathing came fast now, with effort submitted to pulling his bulk skyward. Body stretched forward and caught a drifting breeze to pull the lad forward.

After only minutes of being airborn he found a stream and company to host attention. A silvery mare gave pause below; wings pitched down and landed his frame with practiced assistance of flailing limbs. Steadily, but with good intent he approached a greeting widening maw, “Good morning to you, Miss,” cranium twisted to glance at the mountain fed trickling stream that lay below a gaping boulder. Nostrils could taste her foreign essence, “and welcome to Dragon Throat,” smiling he took a step closer and added with curious gentleness, “May I ask your purpose?”

       "Good morning to you,” her worded response only succeeded to brighten his smile despite a lack of facial change, "Quite a name, for quite a place." Dragon throat. It was refreshing that she found his home a delightful area. "Is the name meant to intermediate?” He hadn’t ever thought about the possible lore or tales that might enthrall such a name; the title had been part of him as much as the winged appendages on his back. No knowing was half the fun, it left the imagination play. But her question required an answer, so he responded honestly and rather matter of fact.

“I’m afraid the lore is lost to me,” his orbs trailed down the sleek line of her pure spine, tone eased softly, “But deep within the heart of this territory you can find an ancient tree, lacing the center of the desert,” gently he soothed, “if history spikes your interest, I’m sure there is one older than me within this clan that will share its stories.” Ears perked as the lady answered his question.

"I'm trying to figure out these lands, scout out a home? I thought this looked like a good place to start. It's very beautiful."

She gazed over his bulk, taking in appearance and obvious finding something to hold interest. Softly he responded, “Your presence is welcomed,” glancing skyward at the newly hatched morning he added, “The Throat is home to many of our kind, and others…..” Such a nice female, she seemed strong and smart. He saw no reason to deny her access, “If you so desire, it could be your sanctuary as well.”

      Patiently he nodded skull once and replied to her question with softened tones, “The right to extend invitation is mine,” gold orbs peered into aqua with assertive gentleness; it made his heart quicken with pleasure to know that his family had just grown a little bigger—so it went without saying that he was pleased with her choice to live within the herd. Plus it seemed they were going to get along just fine, “If your decision to remain within this territory is set, only choice of duty remains.”

Now that he had thought to mention it, the lad let mind drift to wonder what talents she might host. Oh—but those things could be figured out later. Falling back toward current events he added with a light chuckle, “Forgive my manners; I’ve not properly introduced myself.” Reflexively, tail flicked across thighs as weight shifted forward, “I’m Midas, a Soldier for the Throat,” title was presented with strokes of honor clinging to open vocals.

OOC: Crappy short post is a crappy short post, I sorry x'D, zoo is killing me.

      "Do I have to choose now, or may I decide?"

He smiled at this. Apparently she wasn’t entirely sure of her place within a herd; which was not a bad thing since a calling wasn’t to be taken lightly. It would serve as her duty and life’s work for as long as she chooses to live among them. Jaws parted to counter her response, but his words were put to halt, "That is to say I am not worthless, I have battled, and know a few remedies for healing.” Wistfully he replied, “Take all the time you need sweetheart,” Midas wouldn’t dream of spoiling untapped potential, let her decide when heart instructed a readiness.

Pleasantries aside he noted her name, "I'm Lullaby, or Lully for short." A light chuckle followed, “Well, Lully, would you like a quick tour of your home?” Forelegs rose in step, he drew closer but not unbearably so. Circling her female frame, he went around her body with orbs falling across lovely feathers; the tint reminding him a stormy sky, “Or a longer version?” Coming alongside, their wings nearly brushed each other; Midas drew his head closer to her skull, while body remained undaunted by the nearness.