Falls

Psychedelic looked at her as if she’d lost her mind. Did this mare think she was an island?

Uh-oh! Psycho alert!

Psychedelic had never heard of a horse thinking they were an island (maybe she thought she was the embodiment of Luthien?) but given the insanity run rampant in his bloodline, he felt it was ironic of him to judge her for it. At least if she was crazy there was no way her accidental run-in with him would cause any disruption down the line. One conversation with her and a horse with a level head on their shoulders would turn tail and run.

While he puzzled out what she’d meant and what level of craziness she was at, the mare had moved forward. What was it with mares always invading his personal space? Why did they always want to get so close to him? Psychedelic nearly snapped in her face to spook her, but remembered the appearance he was trying to keep at the last minute. He drew a breath and blinked, looking at her. The challenge was there like a light in his eye – a slight flicker of the stallion he could be.

Come ooon… come on…

Psychedelic blinked. I will help you find your daughter if you promise not to hurt me. It was a proposal easy enough to agree to, seeing as how his façade was incapable of harming poor little girls who were all alone. Plus, Psychedelic wasn’t always prone to violence. Sometimes it just… happened. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said with almost offense to his tone, as if he couldn’t believe she’d suggest he’d stop and waste time doing so.

….Welcome to Bummerville. Population, me.

“Oh! Your name!” Psychedelic laughed, suddenly relieved. “I thought you were crazy! I thought you thought you were an island! Ahh, that’s a good one.” He chuckled, shaking his head. Alright, so… not crazy, just named after an island. “You’re going to have a hell of a time here with that name.” He grinned at her. “There’s an island called Luthien. I don’t live on you. That’d be physically impossible.”

Psychedelic rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Come on, we’ll stick to the trees and keep a look out for a loud-mouth little girl probably sticking her nose where it shouldn’t be.” He turned to start walking and paused. “Oh, and if I say run and take off… I suggest you run the opposite way from wherever I’m heading.” If he saw someone who’d recognize him, Psychedelic was going to sprint away as fast as his legs could carry him. He didn’t want to worry about Island Girl over here too.