As a storyteller, he was trained to watch body movements and gestures, however slight, to understand if audiences are enjoying his tellings. So it was clear to him (if being smacked in the face by a wing tip wasn't obvious enough) when she shifted from the stiffness of being upset to her looser posture when she replied. He chose to ignore her previous display as it had been replaced with one more friendly. If she was hostile, he didn't want to agitate her by bringing it up or acting toward that assumption. ”I’m fine, thank you. Are you alright? I hope you were lost to happy thoughts.”
He laughed and flicked his head to one side, causing a single feather and the portion of mane surrounding it, almost as if by magic, to flip to the other side and drape delicately behind his ear. "Yes, I am up to the mark, as they say! All is well. They were neither happy nor sad, just focused on my work. A great burden of one who works on the road, you are followed everywhere and can never have peace or time away. But enough about me," what a lie, he could talk about himself all night if she let him. It was just a precautionary formality. What brings you out here, alone on an early-winter night? Are you traveling alone? Are you coming to or heading out of the Dawn Court?" He glanced around, looking for a traveling partner. He didn't see or hear anyone nearby, but perhaps she was meeting someone to start a journey or they had gone off on a quick errand. He looked back her, way, sizing up the mare who was more then two hands taller then he was. And people said draft horses were large! Perhaps it was the wings...they definitely added a flare of intimidation to match her size. He hoped she wouldn't be offended by his unintentional prying into her travel plans.
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