The world was getting smaller.

Each day it pressed in around him and threatened to smother him. Gael had been hidden for so long. Watching the world. The others. Each in their turn. No more than a fly for the longest time but no more一

Water licked around his chest, splashing up in great, diamond droplets around his face. It had been a while since he last swam and the sensation bogs down on him. Gael pulls himself up from the surf, hooves pulling sand back into the waves. He shakes off his coat.

How long since he last laid eyes on The Lagoon? He could not remember exactly but he knew what it once had been. He remembered the name like poison on the tip of his tongue, how they had been bandits, rivals, thieves, and monsters. It could be that again, or so he had told the speckled stallion. Together they could make The Lagoon what it once was. Put it back into legend and build up the mythos.

The black stallion treads carefully into the territory. His head held high, nostrils wide and scenting at everything. None too careful in such a place as this.

Even though he and the stallion made a quiet alliance of sorts, there was not complete trust. How could there be? Gael flicks a dark ears, listening, waiting, wondering what this Psychedelic might have in store for him. Perhaps an offer, or an expulsion. Either way, Gael could only stand beneath the shade of a tree near the edge of the shore and wait.