Suddenly a hurricane swept down upon him. A waterspout with shape of a horse, it thundered in and disrupted the peace with nonchalant ease, leaving the melancholy stallion slightly overwhelmed and rather weathered looking, as though he had tried to run through a hurricane. He wasn't even sure where she had come from. One moment he stood there, gazing at the sea and the moon all on his lonesome, and then BAM he wasn't alone anymore. On the contrary, he suddenly had so much company that half would have been enough!

Suppressing an urge to either kick the blabbering pegasus in the face or laugh at her, the desaturated stallion slowly turned his head to look at the youngster. Or well... technically she wasn't very young at all, but when you reached ages like his everyone around started to look like children. Her diminutive size didn't exactly help the matter either - Lace wasn't very big himself yet he found that he easily towered over this person. The night had robbed the eyes of their gilded tints but the gaze was piercing nevertheless, a rather stern expression softened ever so slightly by a twinkle of amusement in their depths.

"Sshhh" he admonished reproachfully as she paused - no doubt to take a breath and continue. "It's night, and people are sleeping. You should be too." Turning his attention back out across the dark ocean Lace retained an aura of supreme detachment (never mind that the mood had shattered completely, he still didn't feel like getting dragged along at the pace of this... horse). He purposefully ignored both questions and assumptions, pointedly refrained from remarking at her disheveled appearance and generally tried to ignored the very presence of this person, this... Rei.

"If you can't sleep then at least be quiet" he added, a tint of irritation now coloring his voice. She had ruined it. She had destroyed his deliciously romantic moment of self-pity and nostalgia, leaving him with a distinct feeling of silliness and melodrama that wasn't half as enjoyable. It made the equine feel a bit tetchy, the silence around him somewhat huffy.

If only Fajira was there... She could have entertained the other, letting Lace get on with his own business. He hadn't come to the Throat to make friends or learn tolerance and patience, he'd come here to work. To find himself, and discover what he wanted, what he needed from life.

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