Time passed on and a stallion stood silently in the darkest corners of the lagoon. His blue eyes blinked faintly as his long tail flicked out behind him. The thick mustang looked slowly around him before a huffing breath left his nostrils. The lagoon was suddenly silent, as if he were a ghost that had been driven here by two stallions and just left alone to rot. Shaking his head, Nahawi let out a snort before picking up long feathered legs and moving over the ground. Summer was working on a close and the stallion was contemplating many things with this knowledge, for he currently held no knowledge of what could be happening around him.

Stepping over sticks and grass that was burnt off faintly from the summer, the stallion looked over the land. He was not entirely far from where he had arrived, but he was more lonely. There had been no mingling after he had come to this land behind Vadim and Physcadelic. Now, with Vadim being whisked away and the lagoon boss nowhere for him to spot, he seemed confused. This land he was brought into was supposed to be springing with other stallions. Yet, as Nahawi looked about himself, a roll of his eyes was all he could say about that fact.

Stopping just to waste time, the red dun looked about himself. There was no one around so he let his head fall to the grass as he began to nibble. For himself, he was a walking ghost in these quiet lands. It could change, but he was unsure it would. It seemed for now that there was no real movement other than birds chirping and the gentle swish of his tail. Flicking his hears about him though, Nahawi listened to all that was around him as he grazed in a quiet spot in the lands.