"So the little girl can speak with a bit more bite." He smirked, eying her over once more himself. "As you said... To each their own, yes. One's idea of beauty may be another's disgust." He had learned long enough ago that no one's opinion of him mattered as much as his own... And certainly not some silly little mare's.
He turned slowly, spreading his wings to stretch them out before taking several steps away, turning suddenly to charge back in the direction of the stream as his wings moved to lift him into the sky. He was certain that he could find better conversation elsewhere.
