The soft trill of Lyhty rings in Onni's ears, which she flicks toward him before looking down softly at the bird. There was a distance in her eyes the small songbird had not seen before, and, quite disgruntled, he did not approve of either. The small finch makes his wake hopping toward her, even as the tobiano gently lowers her head to look at him closer to his level. A questioning sound, a light coo, as the little black and red bird sings to his bonded mare. She smiles, half-heartedly, worries of the stallion who makes his way toward the lake now weighing on her mind. Still, curious red eyes stare back at her, until her head lifts and she looks toward Moth, her gentle offer somewhat sad, matching the soft color of her eyes.

Bird and pegasus tilt their heads at Moth's odd little babble before he comes toward the shore. Curious, watching actively, the pair are amused even as the tan stallion ducks his head to the surface in a hurried manner, teal eyes directed out over the water, at the dust, at the scarce trees, but quite blatantly not at the tobiano mare or her bird. The attempt to slurp down the water is admirable, and Onni smiles sadly to herself as she watches her beloved friend sacrifice his own standards for her comfort. That twisted more at her heart than his rejection of the lake at first, for it branded her as nothing more than a selfish child, who guilts those around her into fulfilling her wishes. Her heavy feelings could hardly stay, though, for just as quickly as Moth had accepted his fate to drink fish water, he began to cough as though something were clutching at his throat.

Alarmed at first, Onni takes carefully yet quick steps over to her friend, even as he begins to look at her from under a heavy mat of black. Her brow knits worriedly until he snorts, and then, like a golden bell, Onni begins to laugh. She takes her time in the emotion, savoring each breath, until she settles down into a more neutral phase, letting out a snort of her own, one that seemed to say 'That was ridiculous'. Lyhty's own small voice chirps amused at the stallion, before he leaps into the air only to land, perched on Onni's withers. "Are you alright?" she asks, half serious, face happy once more. While Moth's foolish antics brought him trouble, they also fixed the problems they caused, at least where Onni was concerned.
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