You can't help but rumble your approval as the stallion ingests the plants and then, shortly there-after, begins to feel the effects. You briefly remember the days of your youth, when you first encountered the plants, when the effects came upon you so more rapidly. But now? It seems to take so much more than before, you've got to take larger doses more often and the effects take so much longer to get on board when you wait too long. Lucky, you think with a sigh. You wish you could go back to the old days. Maybe you just need stronger drugs.

At least he finally understands how you feel, grabbing the tree awkwardly with his wing, taking a stumbling step towards. I don't stand up fine without the tree. Sorta seems to be the theme of this whole meeting. Good tree. And this time your rumbling turns into a full fledged laugh. Maybe now you're beginning to understand why everyone gives you those weird looks all the time, and treats you like a fumbling fool. Not that you give a care in the damn world, but... Well, he does look kind of weird, a grown stallion stumbling about like a foal.

The suddenly insistent cries from the Caveman send you sort of stumbling on your own, jerking your head up in surprise and stepping back, your balance tree just a little too far away from you to keep you upright. You do the legs-spread-wide thing again. Best to stay standing, you think. And what the hell does he want anyway? Hit me. Oh.

Hit him? You're just supposed to.... hit him? Ok. Well. Nobody ever had to tell you do that twice. Though, admittedly, you're a little cautious about starting a fight right here in the woods. You're certainly in no shape. But, if he insists. You're a little too wobbly to rear, you know that, so you decide just to bash your shoulder into him, maybe sending him reeling into the tree he was just using as a kick stand. You take the necessary steps forward, thrusting your shoulder out as much as you can manage, trying to use your weight against his own massive frame, and then losing your own balance and stumbling around a few steps yourself. But you laugh, because maybe for the first time in a really long time, you're actually having fun.

“Okay, okay,” you say, probably without giving him a chance to recover. “Me now.” You can't remember the last time you got hit while you were this high. And now that Tribal man over there got to see what it was like, you kind of what to know yourself.

Oxy