A turn of events in autumn saw Psychedelic seem to return to life, rather than wilt and wither away from it. Winter had never been his favorite season, and as he grew older it was even less so, but rather than hole himself up in the sheltered Lagoon, the boss was on the move. The ground was soft and wet as he ambled over it, the mist of the morning just broken through as the sun lifted higher through the sky. Here and there he lowered his nose to huff a few large breaths, ears tilting and flicking, pale tail flagged up off his hind. It was clear the boss of the Lagoon was on some sort of mission…
It did not take long for him to see his target. Psychedelic drew up short just near the edges of the Commons, eyes appraising the Lagoon bachelor he would have liked to be proud of. Vadim had everything Psychedelic wanted in the bachelors of the Lagoon, except of course that he hated Psychedelic - that wasn’t exactly a trait the Lagoon boss was partial to.
He tipped his ears forward as Vadim spoke to a stallion Psychedelic didn’t recognize and quickly assumed was a newcomer washed ashore of the islands, needing somewhere to go. Psychedelic’s eyes sharpened quickly on Vadim, but he couldn’t keep from grinning.
This kid is trying to get numbers up against you!
“He’s good,” Psychedelic agreed under his breath with a low chuckle, then picked up his hooves and sauntered into the pair’s conversation with no indication there was any bad blood between himself and Vadim. In fact, despite barging into a situation where he could very easily spark a physical altercation, the older paint was altogether quite relaxed. He tilted his head as he looked the newcomer over.
“He’s talking about the Lagoon,” Psychedelic explained before giving Vadim the opportunity. He wondered how long the younger stallion was going to let him snake his way into this conversation before he got fed up and tried to stomp him back out. “It’s where all stallions are accepted, a brotherhood,” Psychedelic felt the familiar hunger curl and rise inside him when he spoke of it, of what always made him proud to have been born of the Lagoon. “Even if you don’t want to stick around permanently, it’s a good place to get your feet under you while you figure the islands out.” Psychedelic shifted his weight, almost shrugging. “How kind of Vadim here to invite you to it so directly,” he added, his eyes finally slid to the larger stallion, and Psychedelic’s grin stretched wider.
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