Falls

Zaida. Her name is Zaida. Dixon wants to smile; Cae seems so proud. And she should be, but... he sighs. "She's gorgeous." He replies as smoothly as he can, given the constricted feeling in his throat. He forces himself to give her a little smile. The little filly is very pretty, he'll admit that, but he still can't stop the bitterness that rears its ugly head within him. She should be his. Not that monster's... maybe next time. The thought flits across his mind, and is gone as soon as it arrives. How could he think like that? He shakes his head, ears turning towards her as she presents him with an interesting question, one he finds he can't answer right away. It takes him several long moments, but he finally swallows down the acid bubbling inside his throat and answers her.

"I don't know, Cae." The confession is softly murmured, eyes still cast downwards, staring at her hooves. "You can't come back to the Lagoon. Not for awhile. Rade has rules against mares bein' there for too long." A sigh. "You could go to the Peak, but I don't wanna force you there. But..." he trails off, lips momentarily pressing together into a thin, tight line. "'M not sure I can really stand the idea of you livin' with another stallion." He shifts awkwardly back and forth, feeling exposed as he presents her with his true feelings. Her piercing blue gaze seems to only add to this, the way she stares at him so intently, it's like she's looking right through him, to the inner depths of his soul. He hates it, wants her to stop, and yet he loves it, can't get enough, all at the same time.

His gaze finally meets hers, and the coil in his chest tightens further. "I mean... I guess if you really wanted me to... I could leave the Lagoon. Find a place as someone's second somewhere. We could... be together." He murmurs the last part, shifting again, his heart feeling like it can't decide if it wants to stop entirely or pump out an impossible samba beat. Just as he opens his mouth to say something, a pale colt comes through the thicket, stopping near the pair. Dixon turns his head, glaring harshly at the boy. "I come with a message for Caesisus..." the boy says, and Dixon sneers. "From Lyden? What's wrong, the coward couldn't bear to do it himself?" he sneers, moving so he was positioned between the colt (he had called himself Alexander) and Caesisus and Zaida. "Tell Lyden," the name falls from his lips like a snarl, "he can go fuck himself. If his message is so important, he can come say it himself. For someone who claims to be so in love, he sure is pathetic for not bein' able to face the object of his infatuation."

He knows his words are harsh - and he probably shouldn't be using such language in front of Zaida, but his anger unravels all at once, and he can't stop them from pouring from his mouth like a waterfall, a stream of word vomit that comes out, unstoppable. Again, he does to say something, but is interrupted when yet another figure emerges, this one slightly shorter, definitely more feminine, bearing a bay coat rather than the pale palomino of Alexander. "Dad?" the girl says, and Dixon's eyes widen momentarily, his jaw clenching, ears flattening against the nape of his neck. "What is this, a family reunion or something?" She chuckles, her attempt at lightening the mood not going so well. She glances over at Alexander, wondering why everyone is so damn tense. Should she leave? Alone? With Alexander? Stand by and wait for someone to break the silence? So many options, so few that actually solved the problem at hand.

((ooc: Secret! Sorry for Dixon's terrible language xD I promise it's nothing personal, he's just super upset for lots of reasons and is taking it out on those around him. <3))