⧓ ┊ It has been some time since we last stopped.
Mortimer Swain flew ahead of his companion, Marjorie, frosty blue eyes scanning the luscious greens below them. The goose couple had split from a flock in hopes of finding a better home than the usual that their other companions had always gone to, and it seems their search was coming to an end. Below them lay an extensive territory with thick green foliage, the sound of other birds hitting his ears.
Well, it seemed much better than their old home of a boring, wide field full of absolutely nothing. Sure, they had plenty of friends to talk to and annoy the other creatures with, but he was fully content with being by his Marjorie's side.
"Let's land down there and find something to eat." He honked back to the ivory female, craning his neck to signal towards the large, still waters of the Swan's Lagoon. He'd bet his tail feathers that there was plenty of healthy grasses and aquatic plants to eat there, and a brief swim would help clean their feathers some more. His own being mainly a dusty, pale brown with a splash of white down his underside, and a dark patch on his chest that looked similar to a bowtie– not that he really knew what one of those was.
If she gave her approval, the male would curve his wings toward his body and start to descend with a reckless divebomb, though soon to extend his wingspan and come to a somewhat aggressive skid over the water before properly letting his body float against the surface. Large wings tucked against his side moments later, letting his momentum carry him to the shore but then kicking back towards the center. Likely his beautiful friend would make a more graceful landing, and he would be eager to see how she pulled it off this time.
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┉ mortimer swain | "morti" | he/him/his | valory flights
┉ 5 years old | 25 cat months | ages two months every month
┉ demiromantic pansexual | really likes marjorie
┉ References: [one]
┉ Description: a large male goose with sky blue eyes and a pastel orange beak. his feathers are pale brown with a white underbelly and a near-black 'bowtie' shape on his chest. his legs, similarly to his beak, are a light orange.
┉ "Speaking." , thinking
┉ physically hard, mentally average
┉ attack in underlined gray and mention mortimer swain ooc
┉ pm for plots!