She is not here and obviously your mind isn’t either.
Well, he’s got us there.
Psychedelic’s ear twitched, but little else showed he’d heard the echoed voice of his life-long companion. He was squinting at Nahawi, trying to put the pieces together, but his thoughts felt trapped among fog. He could grapple for one, but just as he reached another, he lost his hold of the first. It left him struggling briefly to catch up. She… is not… here? Psychedelic pulled his gaze away from the red dun and glanced off toward the open meadows. Far, far at the other end he could see a mare ushering two young fillies off into the forest, casting a wary eye back at the two stallions, and then they were gone.
Had those been the giggles he’d heard? He could have sworn…
It sounded just like Talya…
The red dun spoke again and Psychedelic’s gaze swung back toward him. This time the grin that cracked across his lips was his and not sculpted by the deranged state which was stealing his mind. He cackled softly and gave his head a shake before casting a glance at the stallion, posturing, huffing and puffing… Psychedelic flicked his pale tail out behind his haunches - they weren’t as muscled as they used to be, and dipped in just a little. “If I spent any time in my life worrying about people laughing at me, I wouldn’t have gotten very far.” He laughed again, though mostly at just what he’d said. Psychedelic’s life had been a joke, he had been a joke - he did not care if anyone mocked him.
“I’m dying, you idiot,” he spat out, focus coming back then to his eyes. This was Psychedelic standing before Nahawi, not the madman he was often plagued to be. How long his state of lucidity would be, though, was undetermined. “Why would I care who laughs at me when my next breath could be my last?” He made a dismissive noise with his tongue and rolled his eyes before turning as if to walk away. “Leave me alone, I need to find my daughter before it’s too late.”
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