The air is thick and humid. He stands solemn and thoughtful. If life were to go on, then he would do whatever it took to live it to the fullest. Even if it meant death, which it often did, Gael was ready to embark. He had spent too long as a wanderer. A shadow who passed through without a mark left behind–no more, he thought, it’s time to leave behind something.

Of course there were the children. His children were, to say the least, not his central focus. Gael was aware they existed but beyond that, well, he wouldn’t receive any father of the year awards.

When Psych came into view, the black stallion lifted his head. His dark ears twitched, curious and intent on the Lagoon leader. They were like minded. Psych greets him like they’ve been friends since time began and Gael, never one to dismiss, gives over a subtle grin. It’s hard to tell from his dark mouth, he’s a drip of ink in the jungle glome.

“Me? Dead? I’m sure some would love the idea,” he said, snorting. There’s a bit of humor in his tone. Gael takes a quick look around them, if anyone had followed the other stallion, they were good as hidden.

“I hope we’re still”ーhe slings his head around to bite at a fly on his sideー”on the same page.” Gael shakes his coat, dust flies off in a cloud around him. “We had plans, if you remember, and I very much want to see them come alive.”

Gael looks side-long at the spotted stallion, he shrugs. “I hear you have a new Marauder, it’s too bad. I wanted the spot for myself.”

A laugh, dry like the dirt under his hooves.