Africa had been witness to a great many situations by now; personalities with quirks well beyond the realms of what was considered (generally) to be normalcy, but with the stallion plonked before her and descending into random fits of agitation, she felt like perhaps her level of experience had barely skimmed the surface. If there had been ever a line of hair perched across her right brow, it would have lifted just then.

His jaw had dropped to release a gush of senseless garble that matched no part of their meeting- not one bit, and apart from the sporadic breaks (she presumed to be the interruption of any thought process within), the drone of his anxiety seemed to have no end! Soft creamy eyes expanded, unable to withhold the wonder and overwhelming confusion as it barrelled through her retreating body. She had no idea what beverages he was referring to; a clean spirit who had never been sullied by any form of intoxication and found herself blinking circumspectly, only, in response. Soon enough, some perverted sense of clarity seemed to return through the frenzied flutter of his eyes (she could have imagined it), and he appeared to settle somewhat.

Choosing to seize his sudden awakening and not let it slip by, Africa began to nod quickly despite struggling within to grasp any logic behind the admission. She could not think of a time that lack of water had funnelled her into such a state of disarray. "Don’t fret…" She soothed bravely, stepping back towards him with a slowness that quickly betrayed the tattered nature of her trust. Already shining pupils were searching through thick lashes to find any fluid nearby that might quash his despair. Apparently though, he was not going to dwell any longer and moved along to talk about the egg- which is what she had originally been referring to…

The dappled mare shook herself heavily, literally trying to rid herself of the unseen fog which had all but suffocated her, and Silas fluttered briefly above before returning to settle where he had been. His violet gaze was fixed upon the unusual stranger, unavoidably unsettled by his apparent lack of lucidity.

But that topic was severed faster than the last! Africa sighed, nodding rapidly with a shortening smile that wished desperately for the dream; or nightmare, to evolve into something more manageable soon. If nothing else, the browny-hued, stick-faced stallion was entertaining, and though the amusement was so to build, she could find in herself no other method to play with. "Nice!" she aired quickly, consumed by the velocity of the conversation, following artfully his wandering gaze as it found the pouch Silas had brought down from the Throat.

Her shoulders shrugged lazily, unenthused by the artefact despite his apparently piquing interest. "It’s a bag of water, I think." She speculated, reaching down with pursed lips to fondle about the strap stitched to its exposed side. Carefully, they explored the strange vessel and found its top; a lid their sealing safely the prize within. Glancing with a casual smile towards the gawking stallion, she began to lit the cap away. "Let’s see…"