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[icarus.]

The flapping of wings alerts him to another's presence — Icarus doesn't know of any other flighted creatures in the Knights, so it comes as no surprise when he looks up to see the smiling face of Aurum. It seems the tom's hopes of gathering a fully-horseback patrol have been swiftly dashed, though he hardly minds. He's just as easily distracted from his plans; franky, Icarus is delighted to have company in any manner it presents itself. And, admittedly, while the Judge does feel a bit bad that the larger members can't partake in the tradition, considering the wings and all... well, it seems like Aurum gets around just fine without a horse. Gordon soon joins them, though Icarus observes from her careful distance that she might not be much of an equestrian herself — which is perfectly fine, of course. Icarus knows how it can take time to adjust to the horses. Some never do, but he has hope for the munchkin yet.

"Hey," he greets the duo, warm smile easily splitting across his lips. Green eyes glitter like the midday sun, the pensiveness that lingers there washed away by a genuine radiance like gentle waves crashing upon the shore. Icarus offers a nod in thanks to Gordon's direction, tail flicking as his gaze trails back to Aurum and the dip of his head becomes one of confirmation. "Thanks. Yeah, his name is Aethon," he answers lightly, the horse behind him huffing with recognition. Icarus glances back at the appaloosa and his grin widens. He seats himself momentarily, fishing through his pouch to produce a couple more sugar cubes before extending them to the others. An invitation. "You can come say hello, you know. He's nice, I promise," Icarus purrs now, though he keeps the words mild. He can't fault them for refusing, but the thoughtful spark returns to his gaze as he watches the two. Aethon scrapes a hoof against the ground and gives another restless snort, only quieting when Icarus gives a chiding click of his tongue. Nice, maybe, but patient less so.