His brother Peyote was not the last Lagoon stallion to be curious about what was going on. First the Marauder dissapears in the sea, followed by Nahawi, and then the two others. The young stallion becomes increasingly interested in what was about to transpire between them. Had they finally got Nahawi to agree they needed a lady or two to keep them warm? Were they after somebody? Or had Nahawi just decided his fate by unknowingly leading the lagoonies off shore to his place of rest...

He was too curious to wait with the brothers who were left in the Lagoon. The creamy white stallion leaps into the sea and follows behind his sibling. The closer he gets to the island of Atlantis the more he could feel the shift in the atmosphere. Something was definitely going on here. Thranduil thought maybe his brothers had finally turned on their new Boss for his decision to free all the captive. It had been a very bold move and not one well received.

Somehow he reaches the shoreline unharmed as he trails behind Peyote. The swim through choppy waters had taken a lot of his energy so he found himself falling behind rather quickly. The wind whips around his hair and his eyes frequently close to avoid the pounding sand ruining his eye sight. It becomes very clear that he should have stayed home today. Then again, maybe something big will happen tonight. He wouldn't want to miss anything too ground breaking.

He finslly reaches Peyote who had stopped near their brother Garmir. He peers behind the stallion's to see Isengrim and Nawahi scrambling up the rocks towards them. "We could push him." He chuckles. A large grin raises his cheeks followed closely by a loud laugh. "Just kidding." He teases, but not without catching the eyes of the other brothers. If they wanted to snuff him out now would be a great time.

It was much easier to pick on someone everyone already hated. This storm could be the start of something big for the Lagoon.