“Oh, just fuck me.”
Today is quickly becoming a bad day. Shit has managed to pile its way to chest height for her, and the heat is near ready to begin blistering her hide. Hobgoblin is gone, can you believe it, fucking gone, when she's rarely ever experienced a stretch of time alone without him since before he was born, off chasing the damned mare that had made a seemingly stupid idea of taking off. The mare could die and she couldn't give a single thought to it afterwards. If she did, it was her fault and no one else's. She wouldn't let herself bare the weight of that guilt when it wasn't her's to carry.
All she had wanted to do was stop for a moment to settle in a stream, to let her skin take a break underwater from the harsh rays of the Sun, and in return? The mare had just walked away. Hobgoblin had been driven up in the idea of keeping up with them and had casually gone ahead without her, and trailed lazily after the dark mare. He sent her snippets of their motherfucking adventure along the way, occasionally mentioning things that the mare had done and bringing up commentary.
Hopefully he'd have his brain on straight for once in his life and carry her back to the Dragon's Throat where Sikeax was attempting to make quick progress towards, cutting through the northern portion of the desert and letting the soft skin atop her back bake and burn under the height of the sun. She debates screaming as the sands steadily make their change to orange hues, too tired to force herself into the sea to swim across.
The bridge will have to do today.
She drags what is left of herself to it, taking note that it's already been activated, flames rising out of thin air. It never crosses her mind that she'd be this happy to see it, but today, she feels as if she could just throw herself onto it and hope for the best.
The best being that it magically finds a way to push her across on its own. She's fine with being dumped on the beach as long as it's in the Dragon's Throat.
But low and behold, like the gods have finally gifted Sikeax with some sort of luck!, is Hobgoblin, and Bitchface McGee, better known as Luna.
He's strung out on the warm sands, pressing his long body into the ground and audibly groaning - oh how she has no issue with murdering his bastard ass at this point - about how hot the sands feel.
"AHHH!" She screams at him, gaining his full attention as his body rattles atop the ground, jumping for a moment as she startles him. Lips roll up to bare teeth in what she can only imagine is a smile of 'hey, whatever' from him. She hates him. She really does. He could die right now and she wouldn't care because honestly, she doesn't care about anything at this moment.
There are multiple faces watching her too: Essetia, Luna, a small, winged mare that she isn't sure of yet but probably now thinks that she's crazy and lost her mind, but that doesn't really matter because half of the Throat could think of her as a maniac and the ones that mattered to her would probably wouldn't.
"You're such a piece of shit!" Hobgoblin purrs in his own way, drawing something out of his throat that probably looks more like a growl as he rolls over onto the darker portion of his body. This is embarrassing, really, it is.
A hoof knocks into his side with little force. "Get up! Get up, you jerk!" Jerk isn't an insult fitting to Hobgoblin. There's a string of words that she could call him off the top of her head that are more fitting to him but then again, there's people watching and she might need to make herself look more presentable if she's going to get any respect as the Dragon's Throat's only Sun Physician.
And much to her pleasure, Hobgoblin doesn't move. If she had hands and he had an actual neck, not one buried into the large rolls of fat that have made up  his body(seriously, how did he even manage to get this fat), then she would have strangled him at this point.
Instead, her lips scrunch into a scowl and her blues harden into stones and glare into every fiber of his lazy soul, and burn with hatred. Then, to his surprise, she walks away. Confusion gunks up the gears in his head to the point where they nearly stop movement altogether, trying to shove one thought into another and just figure out why Sikeax isn't making the typical mockery of herself at his antics. She's walking away with her back turned to him, sucking in a deep breath that expands her rib cage to its fullest potential. A jerk of her head is made to fling any strayed locks into their correct place, and a quick check is made with the other three mares to ensure they aren't looking at her like she's lost it entirely.
Not yet. They'll have to check in on another day.
"Luna." The words that filter out of her are composed with stress. "Maybe it would have been polite of you to wait for me instead of running off. But anyway, welcome to the Dragon's Throat." Essetia catches her eyes for a moment with the expression she's wearing. A frown sweeps over her as she works through the situation, finally figuring out that Luna probably looked like an intruder as she tried to get across the bridge without assistance.
My luck.
Hobgoblin lifts his head off the ground to roll his lips up more, putting up a face that signified his attempt at physically laughing at her.
"Essetia!" Hopefully her voice is loud enough to reach them. She swings her head to Luna and motions with her horn in the general direction of the bridge. "Go ahead. I'll walk with you. It's not going to collapse." The tone is still slightly rough from her screaming fit with her companion.
She's raised two boys. Two, very large, very rebellious boys from the same damn father who they obviously got it from. She can handle this.
Hobgoblin, if you do not come now, you can fling yourself off this fucking cliff and swim across because I am not going to walk across this bridge just to haul your lazy ass back over. Do it now.
As if on cue, he's changed his form completely and is now sprinting in the direction of the two mares, towards safety. She waits for him to get some ways across before she steps onto the bridge, checking to ensure that Luna is following her along.

OOC: Presenting Sikeax finally loses her mind at Hobgoblin, the moment everyone has been waiting for.
Hobgoblin followed Luna in his Serval form, and then upon arrival at the bridge is in his totally useless Leopard Seal form. Back to the serval one when he crosses the bridge.
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