Ankyra Sound he was always in the fields, working on his flying

ingram cheekily grinned as she swatted half-heartedly at him. he swung wildly back as if a drunken horse -- good god, what would that look like?

already she was primly readjusting herself, and he looked up at her with a wild smile as she canted her muzzle down upon him, giving him a snooty and superior glare that for all intents and purposes reminded him of the haughty scowl a queen might bear.

with a snicker he fell into the sand, rolling deep into the coarse ground with a few wrings of his back. "is the secret you ain't got no secret? or..." he suddenly shifted up and propped himself on his elbows, leveling her a feigned suspicious look: "..is the secret you're not actually... a lady?"