It was an unusual afternoon for Bardán, as he found himself alone, without even the company his familiar. The crow was off doing something or other, and the stallion could merely hope that whatever is was wouldn't come back to bite him, as he was responsible for the bird. For now though he absorbed the quiet as he strolled alongside the banks of a shallow stream, barely deep enough to cover his hooves should he step into it.
Stopping in a sunny spot, he flared wide his wings to soak up the sun's warmth. For a moment Bardán considered taking to the skies, but then decided to simply enjoy the sun for now. An afternoon flight would be nice... a bit later. A bit absently he began to hum to himself, an aimless little melody influenced by the sound of the stream at his feet.
