"It may be a warrior color. But a bow is definitly something that a warrior would't wear."

His ears flickered slightly as he shook his head and nec, trying to rid himself of the bow... giving up after a few moments.

"I guess I'll just have to live with it."

Drift nodded at the stallion as he looked over the serian.

"Greetings Ram. I am Drift, a Sommer Storm type."

He turned sideways and tried to conceal the red ribbon that was tied around his neck in a elaborated bow. He didn't like it, it made him look too much like a girl.

Looking out from behind some bushes where he had been napping Drift eyes the three serians and decides to be social... something that was rather rare.

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