James had woken up at the sound of claws on a roof, and slowly made his way out of his house, eyes still crusted with sleep, his eyes scrunched. He was barely awake as he stumbled out into the road between the houses, looking up at Wyvern and shaking his head out.

"... Hello?", he asked, yawning widely, "Um, not to be rude or anything, but that's my roof you're on. Uh... that one over there is unoccupied if you still want to perch somewhere."

The pegasus lifted a wing and pointed to a house across the lane, yawning again before shaking himself out and pushing some feathers into place. He looked up at Wyvern and squinted, eyes narrowing.

"Are you a dragon? Or a bird?", he asked, head tilted.

James admired Wyvern's feathers too, for they contrasted his. They, unlike his, were cool tones of white and blues, whereas his were purples and pinks.

His eyes drifted up to the ceiling and he nodded, "Ah, makes sense. If you're not from around here, they are quite the marvel. Even if you do, actually."

The pegasus arched his head in a bow back to Wyvern, duplicating the respectful greeting, "It's lovely to meet you, Wyvern. I'm James! I was a horse- I had no wings only a month ago, and no feathers at all. I was just simply a horse, and then I went to sleep in my chrysalis for a while after a horrible injury and was reborn as this!"

James flapped his wings gently and marveled at Wyvern's again, "Yours are very beautiful, like snow and ice."

James flapped his wings proudly, "Ah- I taught myself! Or rather, I learned from the birds. I traveled to Eridanus to study how they flew, and to find a bird with similar wings to mine. I studied it and attempted to mimic how it moved, and after a while I figured it out."

He cantered off a few steps and took flight, circling around and alighting on a roof, hoofs firm on the stone, "I feel wonderful now, like I've been freed."

The stallion jumped down and alighted softly, cooing in awe, "Really? Like Carja? I don't mean to compare, my apologies. I and my daughter met her only a few days ago, she seemed very nice. Are you of the dragon thunder there, or are you solitary?"

"Oh! I know Asimona- not personally, she too was at the Olympics," he said, and smiled gently, fluffing his feathers, "You can come inside, if you wish. I was just resting, so you're not interrupting much. My daughter is off somewhere, probably getting into trouble."

James rolled his eyes fondly and gently lead Wyvern into the house, which had a larger doorway (probably to fit James' larger girth). He set himself down on a pile of furs and sighed happily, getting himself comfortable.

"Why were you in your chrysalis, if I'm allowed to ask?", he said, crossing his front legs over each other.

James listened silently, not interjecting with anything until Wyvern was well and truly finished. He stood up and made his way to a stash of fruit, gently rolling one over and plucking one up for himself.

"I never really had a parent, so I cannot say I know how you feel," he said slowly, "But it sounds like you've been through a lot. Have you since reconciled?"

He took the feather and stashed it away for later to gift to his daughter.

"Thank you," he said in response, "We don't know each other well, yet, but you can stay here for a bit if you wish. I have food and water if you're in need of either."