It had not been his original intention to socialize.  Seanan sulked along the edge of the Thistle meadow, grazing and thinking.  He basked in the heat of Tallsun, his pearly coat shimmering under the vivid, un-veiled sun.  Though he made the motions of grazing, it would be closer to true to say he was simply basking.  There was a laziness that clung to him and slowed the steps of his long, gangly limbs.  A laziness that was far from content, but held an echo of the same sort of feeling.  It was almost a good day.  

Almost.

As he made his slow rounds, spiraling deeper into the meadow and farther from any tree shadows that might interfere between him and the delightful, baking warmth, one of his ears flicked towards the sound of water.  Shortly on the heels of that he saw the silhouette of a pegasus soaring overhead, and banking down to land.  Then another.  And now he heard voices, including one at least with which he was familiar.

With a long suffering sigh, the stallion turned his path towards the sound of a quickly growing crowd.  If this were some unofficial gathering of the Unbound, it would be good for him to know the sight and scent of some of his... allies.  And so he would go and at least see, introductions made.

He arrived in time to hear Ashamin introduce the filly to her new allies in the wild.  His hooves dig into the lush turf on the bank of the small stream, a few body lengths from the group.  His nostrils flare with a sudden surge of... of...

He does not put a name to the feeling that surges in his chest.

His eyes roll towards the filly, then narrow at the painted stallion.  "What is the meaning of this."  His voice is low and it threatens.  The words are directed directly to the smaller, painted stallion, identifying the Clovenheart as the instigator of this folly.

"It is one thing to invite adults, who know enough of life to take it into their own minds how they spend it but a child?  What kind of insanity got it into your head that this would be better than the safety of a true herd, which has the time to keep the kind of watch that children require."

The words grow faster, practically beginning before the last was truly finished.  Then his teeth click together on the last sentence as though biting off the thought before it goes further.  The white stallion seems oblivious to the others who crowd around.  Rose-tinted eyes, shading to lavender in this light, at once threaten and beseech.  Don't you know how fragile they are?

OOC: HI GUYS, I thought you needed some DRAMA.  >.>  @Chaska I think you're next unless someone else butts in XD