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Landing with a slight tumble, not too far from where the Sultan and newly crowned Sultana stood, Pippigrin gave a vibrant coo of hullo to those stood wide-eyed looking back. Folding his wings and scooting under the belly of the sultan, and speaking a humble "'scuse me Mr. Volterra" (because it would be rude to cut directly in front of him), Pippigrin gave a soft sigh and picked a path to descend the dune, down to join one of the only other familiar face's he recognised; that of Mathèo.
"Hi Math!" He whispered, wings beating with excitement as he approached the boy who although having met him once, and briefly at that, still considered him a great friend. The hoobit scooted close to the goose coloured boy, who despite his young age already towered in height above Pip. "There's elevensies* of people here" he commented at the smallest of whispers, soon looking to the friend Theo had chosen to stand with; one referred to by Theo as a 'prince'.
Immediately, Pip became intimidated by the presence he stood under. Theo's friend was a prince!? Sheepishly smiling towards the bronze pegasus of blues and gold that stood to Theo's other side, Pippigrin once again felt lesser. Unworthy.
"'scuse me" He bleated, mouth wobbling ever-so-slightly as he turned tail and waddled to the back of the crowd. Only then did he notice another friend; Saoirse. He was nice! and not a fancy prince!
"Seeeeer-shaaaaaah!" Pippigrin whispered lowly under the legs of those gathered, a grin soon befalling his maw.
Of course, he paid absolutely no attention to the meeting; he just came to see those who had come to pay attention.
*Hobbits like Pippigrin cannot count past four; any more than four is eleven, and a great number is an elevensie which means a thousand
@Mathèo @Iskra @Volterra @Saoirse for mentions!
ISHY of thq, art; araxel.
