Rather than attempt to obliterate him on the spot, Vadim smiled back at Psychedelic and managed to keep his words fairly pleasant. He wasn’t the young kid that he’d been when Psychedelic first met him, which meant he was getting even more dangerous as an opponent. If he would have made a fool of himself in his anger right now, Psychedelic might’ve been able to seize control of the situation and make himself look like the victim. Instead, while the words they spoke were fair and everything seemed decent on the surface, just beneath it they were both seething, rabid and wanting to tear one another apart. Truly a disappointment.
“Yeah,” Psychedelic agreed with a nod, “no time like the present.”
The old dun paint started forward, ready to return back to the Lagoon and curious to see how long he and Vadim could keep up the game they were playing. “Feel free to ask any questions along the way,” Psychedelic suggested, flicking an ear and glancing back toward Nahawi. “I’ve lived here my whole life, and as you can probably tell, that’s a damn good amount of years.” He chuckled at taking a stab at his own apparent age, well aware that he looked it. “So I can probably answer whatever questions you’ve got.”
Then, as though he just remembered Vadim was with them, Psychedelic nodded toward the larger, younger stallion. “Oh, and of course Vadim here knows plenty.”
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