This stallion was a little weird. He kept talking, and then would strangely correct himself mid-thought. Léon’s head kept cocking a bit as Psych rambled. He wasn’t even quite sure he was following it. Though, he did wonder why the larger stallion had mentioned something about no one liking him. Geridriful liked him. And he was pretty sure that even if his parents didn’t love him; they at least liked him a little. He’d like to believe that at least. The roan boy shook his head.

“Uh… ok, well, thanks I think,” Léon said, still sorting over the mess of words. “I like you too. I haven’t met too many stallions though. There was this really scary one a while back. He was really big. And he had spots on his butt. And a black mane. But he was gold. Kinda like you.” Léon cocked his head a bit. He hadn’t seen that stallion in a while. “Or other mares for that matter. Dad told me there were a couple around here…” Like any boy he was getting a bit curious about the females in the area. So far, his only experience had been Geridriful and his mother.

“That’s… kinda weird,” Léon looked down at his own legs. Amber eyes returned to Psych. His ears twitched in confusion as he tried to process the idea of someone trying to clean all the mud off their legs every day. It was easier now, as long as you avoided the river banks; but during the summer it had been a daily activate to see how dirty he could get. Those had been fun games. “How would he keep the mud off? It’s always there. That’s why I don’t bother unless it gets dry and then it gets itchy.” He thought about his mother. “Well, my mom just tries to avoid the worst mud patches. It was fun to splash her… though she got mad and then it was a lecture.” He rolled his eyes. “That wasn’t so fun. But her face was worth it!” He laughed a bit recalling the look that might have turned men to stone that had come from his mother’s eyes as he splashed her with mud and dirty water.

“Are all girls weird?” he asked. “Is that like, a defining quality?” He didn’t know what else to say about that. If having to put up with girl weirdness was a requirement for them, he wasn’t sure he wanted to do it. Maybe that’s why there were so many stallions in the Lagoon. Talk returned to his mother. “Yeah. She didn’t want to talk about it. I wanted to know why, but she just told me to run off. I think that means she’s hiding something.”

Léon was an observant fellow. He was about as close to Fatalé as one could be. He suspected his mother of hiding something. And that alone was fascinating.