[He gives the man a bit of a sideways smirk. Between his teeth is some sort of stick, long and slender, and it points upwards as he smiles at the other. He lets the hand drop, hanging at his side as he lets out a low sigh.] Flying'd have its uses, I guess. A practical use,vinstead of just weird decorations. [His own were a dusty sort of brown, a stark difference from his bright, fire-orange hair.]

'Covering them for winter', huh. Never thought I'd have t'worry about something like wingtips freezing. Crivens. [He laughs a little at his own joke, his voice somewhat lethargic--nearly lazy in how he delivers.]

Name's Grey.
Least, that's the one they gave me. Still can't remember what it used to be, or whatever.