His laugh booms through the canopy at Psych’s response. “It was just me,” he promises. “Never met the cranky boss who woke up on the wrong side of the bed, which I was a little disappointed by but I think is for the best. Your little vacation sounds like it was unpleasant.” Kendry himself has yet to visit most of the islands but he’s also okay with that. The adventure bug —at least in regards to going to new lands and seeing different terrains and the herds who occupy them— bit him long ago and he’s since healed from it. Not that the perlino would object to a jaunt with good company. He’s just much less likely to hop off and go exploring without some prompting or the promise of an accompanying friend.

He shakes his pale head, still grinning. “Naw,” he says. “Some oldster named Kasabian. He’s got history with these islands, though, and seems to know what’s up with what. I voted him in. No one else was around to contest it,” he laughs. Kendry doesn’t much care who’s in charge so long as they aren’t boring as mud. He’s never been particularly bothered by negative horses: Kendry himself is thickskinned and never takes anything personally. He doesn’t care enough about anyone else to give two shits about their opinions and snarky comments.

At Psych’s suggestions, the perlino stallion tips his head to one side and flics his ears to the side as if considering his choices. “A song and dance might suffice,” he says, then narrows his eyes and shoots a mischievous grin at his buddy. “Or we can go cause some ruckus elsewhere. Get out of this bog for a little while, see what’s happening outside of our little bachelor pad. You game?” Kendry asks, ears flipping forward, ready to go as soon as Psych agrees.

KENDRY
stallion . draft mutt . five . perlino [EE Aa CrCr] . 18hh . son of marlena