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She gave a nod to let her know he understood that he hadn't meant any harm. As she asked her question, he followed her gaze to the small model. "That?" He thought of the best way to explain it. "That is a bird.. well sort of..." The strapping's made it look like it could be strapped onto something. "As foals, my sisters envied a cousin of ours for his wings.. So.. They came to me and asked if it was possible to give the grounded flight. When I was growing up, I always was a bit of a crafty and creative sort. That model was where I got my start.. I tried to replicate the wings of a small bird but, like so many of my earlier works, they didn't work or didn't last long to be of much use."

He turned to look at the bigger more foal sized replica of the model. It looked worse for wear and rather banged up. "I guess you could say that it is because of them that I have such a fascination with anything that can fly." He gave a light chuckle. "That took me most of my later foal-hood to build.. and they only got to try it once.. It didn't work so well when we went to the hill to test it out.. And so you see it here.. the wreck that it became.. I think by the time Roselyn, she's my mother's familiar, and I finally got it built, that we were already to big for it's uses. But still... I did have to try if it would put a smile on my sister's faces."

Stepping to the side, he looked at the items he used as materials. "I want to learn as much as I can so that I can do good for others, thought sadly there are two sides to every leaf. So just as I would want to do good, so too could that item be used for ill. As much as this is my home, I've Wander seeking what knowledge I can, even if it means I have to stalk a few of the natives. They're interesting sorts... And do some even stranger things."

"Yes.. well sort of.. It isn't supposed to flap.. they're more for... gliding... make sense? strap it on to some grounded soquili and let them test out the air.. or that's the theory..." He reached over to his creation prodding at come of the buckling. "I had to dismantle it to upgrade it after I realized my sisters had nearly out grown it.. but it did work at one time.. only... size of a growing foal.. It rather made it not last for much use." He gave a small chuckle. "I'm trying to work on gradually building it better, make it last longer.. perhaps even let something as heavy as a grown soquili use it..."

His eyes seemed to almost glitter with glee as he explained his contraption. Looking over as she changed the subject on him, he gave a small nod. "The two-leggers...that's what I mean." He thought back on some of the things he'd witnessed. "They are something.. I just cannot comprehend... and their... need to coo and offer treats when they spot you... baffling.." He shook his head. "No, I think as much as their things interest me.. I'll keep my distance and let them do as they will...them and their crazy methods of moving things... effective.. but strange..."

"Well.. difficult is a bit of an understatement." He said with a small nod. "I can make a frame to get the shape.. but the actual movement?" He shook his head some. "That is something that has alluded my craft."

He thought some about if it was possible at all and he gave a tentative nod."I believe so... The theory is sound.. I may not be able to make one of my size fly out right with the moving wings.. but to soar.. to glide along... It's just a manor of getting all the right things together.. trial and error.. but until I'm certain it's working and safe.. I won't let anyone try it out say for myself.. If some one's to get hurt on it.. I'd rather it be me as it's my own contraption."

He gave a small chuckle. "I'm sure you find this all a bit... much to take on, no? My family seems to either not worry or have given up worrying.. So if this all seems odd.. then it's fine. I'm sure you likely won't ask anything I haven't been asked by my family many a time before.. Including 'Were you switched from your basket?' as a popular inquiry."

He frowned furrowing his brow some. The way he calculated the size of this it would be no better for her to test the thing out than himself. No stallion of his family worth their salt would have allowed a mare to take an injury meant for them if they could help it. Sure.. the mares in his family were known for being resilient and in some cases hard headed and trained fighters.. but every soquili was different in their pain tolerance. "I thank you for your offer. However, I must decline.. To put you in a position without your wings.. Should something happen to harm you I would be without honor. I could not put you knowingly in harm's way. That is why I have vowed to test out all my contraptions first." He gave a sturdy nod set in his resolve. "It's not like I'll start off on tall cliffs though.. I'll start small and go from there.."

He gave her a friendly smile to show that she hadn't upset him with her offer. "It is very likely that they do just let me be because it makes me happy..." He thought some as he looked back over some of his things. How had he come to start his tinkering? He'd never really given that much thought.. he just.. did it.. The more he thought of it them more he remembered just how much different he really was from the majority of his family. The answer wasn't really a simple one. "I was a bit of a shy foal.. I didn't want to come out of my basket.. Very attached to it if you couldn't tell.. I still have what remains of it over there..." He motioned with his nose to the old warn and worse for were basket he'd been in. "Took it everywhere I went now that I think of it.. It was when were returning from an outing with my mother, that my grandmother got a visit from one of the two-leggers.. a rather.. strange female.. at least I think it was a female.. it had those things in the front.. the lumps. My mother said that that two-legger was some times seen bringing my grandmother roses and sitting at the edge of the herd's lands just watching us move about blissfully.. I'd never really noticed till that day. But she dropped something.. and it looked very strange but it gave me an idea of something.. I started fiddling with things and even had my mother's familiar helping me to make something like it with little odds and ends I found about. Though it wasn't till my sisters came to me saying that the wished they had wings like our our father's cousin that I got started on the bigger things.. I figured if I could make smaller things.. then why not try something bigger?? The recluse that more or less was as a foal made it easier for me to set my mind to working on these things.. I always wanted to know how things worked any ways.. Back then I thought if I could give them little wings of their own even if they didn't work that it would make them happy.. So, that's where I got my fascination of wings."

He'd been expecting her to say 'pretty' always with the pretty.. something his sisters once joked over after they'd grown older. They'd even wondered once if he fancied stallions with how much the pretty boy he'd turned out to be, going as far as to ask if the reason he was rarely ever seen in the company of mares was on that account. Handsome was certainly the last thing he'd expected to hear. Blinking with a little bit of shock, he gave a small chuckle. "Outer looks are just one thing.. You can be appealing to the eye but still have a nasty disposition.. Gaining a few scars wouldn't be so terrible a fate.. My mother has a rather large one on her front shoulder.. though she hides it with the length of her mane.." He glanced around to make sure no one was around to have heard that. It wasn't that she was ashamed of the scar.. his mother bore it and the scars on her rump proudly.. but when some saw that big of a scar on her they asked questions and the questions lead to explanations which brought back that horrible day before he was even a twinkling thought to his parents. "It's a rather long story but not mine to share.."

He cracked more of a smile at her comment. "True.. now I am.. but once I was even on my way to becoming quite the hermit.. My mother finally put her hoof down and.. even as small as she is.. she managed to make me see her reason with why I needed to find friends.. So we came to an agreement in my youth.. I'd find three friends and bring them home to meet her.. and she'd let me tinker as I wanted.. She feared my tinkering obsession would ruin my life I think. In the end I made some friends and learned to become more talkative." He gave a small tilt of his head as he thought. Winged friends did he really have many? the answer was surely not.. he had acquainted but say for those few friends he'd made none of them really had any wings. "No.. though I do have some winged acquaintances." He chuckled lightly. "My sisters are likely still betting that I'm secretly hiding a stallion lover some place." He laughed fully shaking his head at the notion.

"No, you didn't say anything wrong.. It's just that handsome wasn't what I expected to hear.. 'pretty' would have been the word I was expecting, so it stunned me a little.." He admitted what he'd been thinking. "I'm glad I'm easier to talk to though.. It's been a more enjoyable thing than keeping to myself.. less.. lonely." It hadn't been till he'd been forced to actually make friends that he'd realized just how lonely being a recluse was.

"Oh?" He shook his head some. "No, I think I'm the only bachelor left in my family.. my nephews I believe all have found loved ones of their own.. And I'm sure my sisters have too.. I haven't seen them in quite some time so I'm unsure on that."

Cad gave a small nod. "I suppose standing next to my dad's family I do look rather.. pretty." He said with a small chuckle. "Then again being decorated with roses.. standing next to some knights, male and female, who wear armor would make one look the prim and proper type." He shook his head with another chuckle.

"I don't know.. I guess I just never seemed to get my head out of my work long enough to look? Who knows what's passed me by these years. I always figured if it was meant to happen.. it would." His withers gave a small movement a form of a shrug from him. He'd never been in a hurry to find love and have children. Especially after his sister Haven had turned up one day round belly swollen with her first set of foals and the father no where in sight. Still the stallion never came and he'd had a mind to stalk him down and pound him into the earth.. or worse.. his mind worked in a crafty way and with such craftiness came more.... inventive ways to do some one harm. He'd always held a grudge against the father of his nephews for never turning up to take responsibility over his sister's condition.