Welcome to Gaia! ::

The sun hung high in the sky, illuminating the plains with ease. With very few trees to hide beneath, Wem waded through the mixture of grass and weeds. His knees were being brushed by the overgrowth, and his stomach was being tickled by a tiny, one-eyed creature. With a roll of his eyes, he stopped to investigate. "Boo, you really can't keep doing that. I'll end up stepping on you." The little bat squinted and emerged from the safety of his companion's shadow and into the glaring sun. It flitted around the stallion and landed on his back, clinging to it with its wings. Wemitan sighed and fluttered his wings in an attempt to generate a small breeze for his friend. "You're ridiculous."

Wem peered around the plains, beginning to pant a little bit. The sun's rays seemed to intensify every minute, and had he been able to, the stallion would have been drenched in sweat. He fluttered his wings more for the creature riding on his back and dipped his head down to grab a mouthful of grass. Perhaps what little moisture it contained would soothe his parched mouth. After a little more investigating, he found what seemed to be the only tree for miles. However, there was already someone there. He began meandering toward the source of shade, waiting to see if the other would call out in protest. Wemitan hoped he wouldn't, but could fly to a new location if it was absolutely needed.

The stallion quirked his head to the side, then looked down at his front hooves questionably. Wem looked back up to answer the male. "Defile it? What good would that do? It'd just kill one of the only places of shade in this miserably hot place. I'm just looking to cool down a little, is all." The flutter hadn't noticed that he had stopped moving his wings, but Boo had. The creature wiggled and squirmed off of what he saw as the purple giant's back and fled for the tree. Wemitan wasn't sure how the other would react to a one-eyed little monster, and scrambled after it. "Boo, you get back here! How many times must I tell you that you're going to get hurt if you do stupid things like run off?!"

Wemitan gave up on Boo, who had perched herself carefully between the base of two branches. He glared at the bat-like creature for just a moment before turning his attention back to the unicorn male. Without a thought, he answered the question. "I'm a mutt. Father's a flutter, mother's a mutant something-or-other mixed with a wind. But blood and heritage has nearly nothing to do with whether or not I'm proud. Though I am very proud of my family and myself." He was certain that the other male was the purist, 'my breed is the best' type. But he didn't care. In Wemitan's mind, blood didn't change who someone is.

Wem raised a brow at the stallion. "Well I suppose everyone has their preferences. I'm not terribly fond of unicorns, myself." He chuckled at his little joke, but hoped that the stallion wouldn't take offense. "I kid, of course." For a moment, he thought of the question. "Well, I'm not full-blooded, so I'm not nearly as impressive, buuuuuut..." He closed his eyes and slowly began to shrink. Wem got all the way down to the size of a newborn foal until he just stopped. Looking up at the uni, he smiled and explained. "You see, flutters can shrink in size. We aren't terribly large in the first place, but it's great to be able to escape the sight of nearly anything. I can't get nearly as small as my father. He can get down to the size of probably a lady bug, which is amazing. I'm sure some can get even smaller! But as for me, this is all I've got." He had slipped out of his during the process, and made sure that his foot was planted into it before returning to his normal size.

Wemitan shook his leg a little to adjust his chain and fluttered his wings. "I suppose, if we ever got into a situation in which it'd be needed, it could be helpful. But as far as I know, most flutters are pretty peaceful. I mean, look at us." He fluttered his wings a litlle for effect. "We've got these daintly little wings, and who'd want to risk a little tear or two? So I think the hiding would probably be more likely." Wem snickered a little in spite of himself. He hadn't spit out so many horrible jokes in one conversation since he was a foal. "Well, you never really know until you meet one, right? I base my likes and dislikes more on personality and actions, personally. Though I think it'd be safe to assume I wouldn't really like to become acquainted to someone part of a species that'd like to snack on me."