The particulars of Icarus's own arrival to these moors are of little interest and even less excitement. He's settled before, albeit never truly, and in some way he expects his time among the Knights to be the same. The tom had merely stumbled upon the heath-dwellers amid their recent formation and had agreed, with little convincing, to take a room within the manor to stay. Icarus hasn't decided how long it'll last, but he's taken a strange liking to the uplands in all of their vast, windy openness. The stars look a certain way from here that makes him think he might want to linger for at least a while longer.

He spots a distant, orangish dot moving across the horizon during his own stroll, bringing alabaster paws to stillness as he attempts to peer closer. One of his fellow Knights, perhaps? He could do with getting to know them better — maybe they'd accompany him on his walk. "Hey," Icarus's voice cleaves through the whispering silence of the moors with an abrupt call over the hill, words warm and relaxed in greeting like the gentle rays of sunshine on his back. The golden tabby pads closer until he can halt before the she-cat, gazing at her with thoughtful intrigue. He second-guesses his initial assessment upon closer inspection, head tilting with as glitter of curiosity sparks in spring-green eyes. Her scent different and yet muddled, not fully recognizable even if he were knowledgable about such things. "Oh, you aren't from here, are you?" the tom muses, half to himself and yet not without kindness. The question is genuine — though he hopes he'd at least recognize the few faces that hang around the manor halls, he admits his own ignorance in making their acquaintances. He gives a twitch of his whiskers in thought and tilts his head slightly, verdant gaze fixed with a cool kind of warmth on the little stranger who had already wandered into their lands.

He notices the she-cat's pace backward, the way her fur raises and her green gaze assesses him. Icarus doesn't react, at least not outwardly, simply waving her initial wariness away as she relaxes into a stuttering introduction. Head nods at her question. "You've found us," he confirms, carefully pensive expression finally sliding into an easy smile. It's not every day that the Knights have visitors — they're small, tight-knit, but still fairly isolated out here among the windy moors. The other feline doesn't belong to a group, or so she says, and nevertheless he has half a mind to bombard her with well-intended queries to feed his own curious mind. Thankfully, he thinks better of such selfish whims — he figures it wouldn't exactly be good etiquette to scare off the already-jumpy stranger.

She hasn't stated name nor intention yet, though he hasn't pressed her for either. Instead Icarus offers plainly, "Were you looking to join, then? I could show you to the manor, it's not far." His tail twitches, as if ready to lead the way across the well-trodden paths. The Knight is already getting ahead of himself now, jumping to conclusions that Gordon has hardly yet hinted at. Then again, he's never been terribly good at following procedure (and he's especially fuzzy on the Knights'). The golden-furred tom gives a flick of an ear, only faintly remembering his manners. Spring green eyes, ever-glittering like the stars he so worships, light up further with affable warmth when he adds, "Oh, I'm Icarus. It's nice to meet you, ...?" It trails off in an upward crescendo, hoping to prompt for a name to fill in the blanks.