Semantics are important to him.
He loves seeing his home from up here. If you know where to look, the land tells a story. There, where the river cleaves-- that is where the great ram-horned king Rapax was drowned. They say he was such a beast of a man that the river split in two to go around him. North of there, of course, lie the dark scars of the recent fires in Viride. The sight of it twists his stomach and he doesn't much feel like looking anymore. "All those lives lost. All those trees gone. It will take decades to regrow." He sighs woefully. The sun is getting hot on his back, anyway (there's a reason most pegasi are white) and so he begins his descent back to earth in a large, lazy spiral.
As he descends he watches his shadow grow smaller and smaller, until he lands gracefully at the edge of it. By the time he is earthbound, he has forgotten his sorrow. A large stallion is standing nearby, looking down at the ocean. Perpetually bored and sociable, Mateo approaches.
"Hello hello, big fellow!" The words are intended to be entirely friendly, but the small black pegasus keeps his distance in case they offend. "Beautiful day, isn't it?" He spreads the tips of his wings genially, although it is a gesture that may be lost on someone who is not pegasus. "We haven't met." He would remember, if they had. He never forgets a face. "I'm Mateo."
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bloopy starter for @Bucephalus and anyone else who would like to join. sorry for the wait <3
