All those gathered are people he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know a damn person in this court. Perhaps he had shown up on the wrong day. Perhaps he should have shown up after the court he was in and done to hell and finally came back. Oh well, he surmises, surely there was a reason he had found himself here…now. Perhaps there was a new young mare waiting for him to ravage. Surely. There had to be some good tail here.
He is not bothered by those that try to appear big and bad. He’s not scared of them and it doesn’t really make him look more at them. He’s aware of the circling vultures, of the God, and of those gathered. But he decides that he can spend an afternoon with this rowdy bunch of misfits. What else does he have on his calendar for today?
As the God begins walking, he follows. He makes sure to fluff his feathers a bit and show off. After all, if he was going to be getting any sort of tail here, he had to show off the goods. Why not, right?
However, he’s quacking realizing that this little adventure he has set himself on is proving to be a little rough. He’s freezing. Freezing temps make his junk shrink up into his body like a pre-pubescent boy. He lowers his tail feathers and tucks his wings, trying to conserve his body heat. It was moments like these that he wished he could control the heat in his flames. He used to be able to even heat the air around him. In time, he thought, in time. “I for one, hate the heat of the desert, but I’m not much a fan of blizzards either. How about something in between? Like springtime!” Spring was a lovely season. Flowers, mares in heat, new life. It was all exciting. Yes, he loved spring.
