Clear ye mind, take a breath. How he can remain so calm in the face of utter destruction is beyond you. You used to think he was weak of constitution (though not of body), but now you find yourself wondering, beneath layers of hazy terror, if he is actually the bravest of any that you have met. Take a breath. Take a breath. You try to listen to him, try to hear his tone. He doesn’t have the self-righteous mocking tone of one who knows he has caused utter destruction. He doesn’t gloat the way an evil villain might if he had finally succeeded in taking over the world. Could it actually be that this stallion is not causing you such death and destruction as you have imagined?

It’s hard to believe, as you look around and find the world still threatening to tip one direction or the other, but gentle words from the man who leads continue to sooth your agitation, even if you do not want them. And, just when you are contemplating biting at the nose that has been lowered towards you, your companion finally breaks the silence in your mind. Her amusement is palpable- you can almost imagine her invisible body rolling with laughter. And then she sends you a series of images- clouds, drugs, flat ground, you standing, drugs, drugs, drugs… She is a mute, so far as you have known her, but the images themselves do a good enough job of making you understand. You only think the world is tipping because you are high.

Slowly, oh so slowly, you let go of your vine, or rather the thing finally breaks from the assault by your teeth. “I knew that,” you grunt sheepishly in response to his Old English insistence that this place is safe. At a glacial pace, you force yourself to rise from the ground, head still spinning, but gentle condolences from your companion giving you peace. Since when did you actually take her advice? And then you take a moment, or ten, to get your shit together. Still, your hooves spread wide and your head hangs low to help your balance. “Vertigo,” you offer as an explanation and for the briefest of moments you consider shocking Midas with your drug magic to make him understand the terror you have felt. But you think better of it then… It wouldn’t due to piss of the man who is supposed to make you something.