Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.
Major Ondrader is not known for failure, and today was no exception. Some K.P. skirmish force near the border - nothing of great import. If Wyrbry were less humble, maybe he'd even say it was beneath him.
(It was beneath him.)
"Lovely sunset..." He comments, gently brushing his curly golden locks out of his eyes as he leans onto the balcony railing of his current suite. Wyrbry's responsibilities tend to have him transported from the furthest end of the UAA to the other and back again. Such are the consequences of being their prized war-horse.
Bastards. Fools. Worthless scum.
Now now, enough of that line of thought. He's got a lovely sunset to marinate in the light of. And, unless he's mistaken, a few days of shore leave to enjoy!
...
Unless he gets called off early for an 'emergency', which certainly has happened before... several times, in fact.
Tedious...all of it.
Wyrbry's introspection is interrupted by the noise of his balcony door sliding open behind him.
"Ah..." He turns around with a soft smile and a glint in his viridescent eyes, clasping his hands behind him.
"Hello, أنت. I was just enjoying our incandescent Auroralian sunset - it's quite gorgeous from this angle."
His voice is soft, but firm. Almost naturally lilted with confidence and a sociable open nature.
Angelic, one might say. The irony isn't lost on Wyrbry, who is well aware of what he is.
A killer. A warrior. A leader. A visionary. A-
"Excuse me, where are my manners? Would you like to join me?" He asks, holding out a white-gloved hand towards أنت. "I could find some wine for us, if you're looking to unwind, or...simply take it all in, as I am."
Wyrbry's lips curl upwards further, and his eyebrows raise in an approximation of pleasure towards أنت's continued presence. "It's always nice to have someone to talk to on an afternoon like this, isn't it?"
