Maybe humidity was going to be hell on his hair.

One, two, three steps into the lagoon and he could feel it. The chilly humidity in the air that, while it was still cold, threatened to wreak havoc on his hair. Already he could feel the damp way that it clung to his neck, and maybe he was about to figuratively toss up his hands and run screaming back into the ocean, to the dried fields that he was rather familiar with.

At least there the wind would give his hair a sexy tousled look, and he was unlikely to get frizzy and tangled. It was not a becoming look on the speckled stallion, and there was only so much that he could do when he woke up in the morning to combat the wickedness of the air.

As his bouncing trot slows, the realization and perplexity dances across his face, there is a bright and sunny call, and he twists and turns, his head all but looking over his butt to see another spotted creature.

Not bad- if a little round around the edges.

Boy could probably do with laying off the grass.

“He-” And a flurry of words catches Valens off guard. Rude. Scrunching up his nose he takes a moment to stare and blink. Processing just what the boy had said about this place and mulling it over. The black-maned sensation probably looked a little cross-eyed, having only just now come to the realization that it was unlikely that he would stay beautiful and groomed in this place, and a little startled by the forwardness of the boy.

“-llo…”

A moment finds Fearghas, now brightly introduced, is muddied and dirty, and frankly it’s enough to make Valens’ eyes bug out and for him to daintily bounce away, like he had spotted a spider on the floor. “Me? What? No. Being a leader sounds like too much work. Call me a… journalist. Yes, reporting on the things I find.”

Now, cautiously eyeing the ground, he swings his body around, minding the muck and the mud, and starting to regret his decision more and more. “Valens- boy you’re all bright and bouncy huh?” Maybe he was in the right place- he only hoped that the boys here would show a little more couth. “Where is everybody?”