Flying low above the ground, Balthazaar had grown tired of the company of Beauty. Having met two interesting azerin he was ready to meet more. Feeling more confident in his social skills. After all, it seems he has been lucky in meeting nice azerin. Though how long this will last he doesn't know. Purple eyes take in his surroundings as he lowers himself to the ground running before he can stop once his feet are on the ground. Ruffling his wings he lets out a snort as flying sometimes can cause bugs to fly into one's face and sometimes nose. Yuck!
