PSYCHEDELiC
i lost a bet to a guy in a chiffon skirt
but i make these high heels work
“Understood.” He answered in a cool tone, dipping his head slightly as though to further agree to her request. Deciding it was better for them both for him to be the one to turn his back first, Psychedelic’s hooves dug back in the sand before he turned about, flicked his tail and started to saunter off.
What she had said stuck with him, though, thinking of how long he’d now been here in Salem. At first it had been because of the silver-haired mare, but then? And now? Psychedelic would swear up and down this was the island he hated the most, but there were others he could go find a place to live on…
Maybe the longer he lived on Salem the more he began to understand it. It may not have suited him in his youth, but in some small way it suited him now. With the Lagoon having become what it was and Atlantis full of leaders spry enough to drive him away from their lovely shores, Tinuvel far too cold for his liking and Luthien filled with the skeletons of his recent sins…
Perhaps Salem was… it?
Psychedelic snorted and glanced back at the figure of the dark mare, slowly gone smaller the further from her he walked. Regardless of his confused feelings, he intended to do as she requested and be gone from her territory when she returned with her children. He knew how to skirt between territories long enough to survive on this island and he intended to do so until he figured out what was next.
(ooc: it can either end here or you could write a wrap-up with titania if you wanted!)
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