There was something about wings that just drove him crazy.
They were long and elegant, much better than a unicorn's horn or a flutter's butterfly appendages... And don't get him started on feathers! Soft blades of silk, like sparkling leaves in hues of blacks and whites and golds.
And, like a stallion, there was a special something about mares that drove him crazy as well. Mares + Wings = Beautiful and Tavarii was a lover of all that was aesthetic, male and female alike.
...Well, except for his teepee-sister. She just annoyed him, wings or no wings.
And so the violet and black stallion stood, weight shifted to one side and a smile on his face as he watched a particularly handsome pheasant and her clutch meandering through the grass, feathered tails trailing behind like a blanket.
Just beautiful.
