Quentin

He made notice of the dragon's questioning look as he mentioned he, too, had been absent from Helovia. Quentin was open about a great many things, but his sickness wasn't one of them. He gave the female a sly smirk and returned his attention to their other conversations. The voices in his head were his and his alone. “So protective of us....” He snorts, the sound barely audible as he winces. Always the vultures they were, sneaking into his head when he least expected them to.

Amaris speaks, the stallion shaking his pale head to better focus on what she's saying. Thankfully, she seems to be directing her words at the youngest of them. Hopefully neither had noticed his brief break from reality. She speaks of belonging to the Edge and Quentin is shocked to hear this. So it seems the three of them at least had this in common. What were the odds?

“Herd life is not for everyone.” He snorts at her words, noticing that they seemed to be directed to him. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy belonging to a herd. It was more of the fact that his voices didn't like the distraction of others. “We're your family.” Hmph. A shitty example of a family if you asked him. There was the sound of a scoff loudly echoing in his head as they backed off again. Good riddance.

Blinking hard, the stallion's attention is drawn to the youngest mare as she speaks of the Edge. Her words are stolen, however, when Amaris reaches out with her dragon-like wing and tags the youngster. And that's all it takes for the pair to go galloping through the meadow, giggling and chasing each other. “What just happened?” He snorted, almost in agreement with his unwanted guest.

Well, if you can't beat them, join them! The fairy stallion rears slightly onto his back legs before launching his muscular body forward. His wings flutter with excitement as he squeals, letting a buck loose from his body as he passes by the young mare, trying not to let her tag him in turn. Quentin allows a giggle to escape his own muzzle, catching up with Amaris. “Best idea ever!” He laughs, grinning widely at the dragon equine.

It isn't long before they near the river and Quentin skids to a halt. His eyes glaze over with a tinge of fear before he backs away from the river's grasp. Shaking his head, he laughs awkwardly, trying to play off the fear he'd just experienced. Trotting around the two mares, the stallion prances, arching his neck. “Catch me if you can!” His teal tail swishes around his rump as he watches with crystal eyes. “Come away little lamb, come away to the water....” Shaking his head, Quentin does his best to ignore the call.

He won't allow his past to ruin this moment. It's the first time in years that he's had even an ounce of fun. The river's grasp won't have the fairy stallion. Not today, anyway.

I Can Grant Your Wishes, Baby....