A gentle click of strong, sturdy beak, the subtle squish of moss. Head slung low, drinking from a clear pool. Delicate lifted his beak, little rivulets streaming down his iridescent feathers as Fragile Form used her hooves to scrape bark, capturing a gesture of his neck, the way his beak curved so sharply. How shapely his legs, how fine his feathery mane. After a few moments of quick scrapings, she took a moment, set aside the birch shavings and stretching out her hoof. Delicate yawned, stretched, and then flopped against her side lazily. It was a fine day, to rest, and relax. The only thing that could make it better would be more personable company, but her children had scattered to the winds, and would not come home until winter, at the earliest. Her brief morose mood was broken as Delicate leaned his head over, and gently dragged his beak through her hair.

It had been a quiet summer, at least for Twisted Trunks. He hadn't been hearing many rumors as of late, no stories of stolen suns or new creatures emerging from only Motherfather knew where. In a way that was a good thing, he thought. Life maintaining, moving on in a steady line.

It was also boring.

He longed for a bit of companionship, a bit of enjoyable conversation, at the least. Something to break up the monotony a little.

He stopped short beside a stream, scaled brows arching as he looked down at a dainty doe and what looked to be an eaglehound resting against her side, but not nothing like any eaglehound he'd ever seen before. More eagle, now, than hound.

"Excuse me, that's a very unique looking companion you have there." His voice felt a little hoarse from disuse and he cleared it softly. "I don't mean to intrude, I've just not seen an eaglehound looking so very eagle-like before."

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Fragile Form opened her eyes, focused on the stranger. He hadn't startled her hound, and he seemed, instead, to be assessing the buck. Feathers fluffed up like ears pricking before, with a soft clack of his beak, the eagle hound went back to grooming the doe. She smiled at the long-tailed buck, and nodded. "Hardly an intrusion if I'm out in the open, is it?" she assured him, and then peered back at the exceptionally eagle, eaglehound. "Oh, I suppose he is. He hasn't decided to bite you, so... If you like, feel free to get a closer look. He likes to fiddle with manes, so. Mind that."

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He was relieved to find he hadn't startled the doe or her eaglehound, and the pale buck's posture relaxed some, features softly polite. "You make an excellent point, though you had been alone with your hound before I had wandered over, and if peace was your aim, I hadn't wished to take that from you."

At her invitation to come a little closer Twisted looked from her to the hound, then back again. Giving a little nod of his head, before taking a few measures steps closer. "Does he now?" The buck himself had a long mane, drawn together at the base of his neck.

"I'm Twisted Trunks, if you had any curiosity," he offered politely.

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