And in the matter of minutes, the whole ordeal settles into a chaos so pretentious that it play acts as peacefulness.

Rhaegor knows better.

The first order of the evening is being introduced to Will's boyfriend, or at least, the only one that Rhae is currently aware of. He offers a curt nod to Clayton, a tight smile briefly showing across his ashen lips. It changes to a nip when Will bumps his hip with hers, but the change in vantage points distracts the colt -- who's that, over there? With half a lock of mane still tangled in his mouth, the eldest prince shakes himself loose of his older sister before going to investigate.

Moondancer?

How the beautiful creature had known to find him here, Rhae can't begin to guess - all he can think as he is stuck mid-step is how her radiance is the furthest thing from diminished in the fading daylight. As the pinks and oranges hit the high planes of her cheeks and shoulders, the dusky colt wants to say something, to remind her of their run through the meadow when the whole world was their stage but they only had each other as an audience. He wants to remind her that his heart still belongs to her - that, if she asked, he would give her anything.

But for his hesitation to admire her beauty, he is punished - or at least, he has punished himself by falling for one too many. Or like, six, is probably more accurate. With a tangible burst of energy, Chryseis sweeps into the group and rejoins Rhae with it, her blue skin pressed comfortably against his wing. Hi Rhaegor. He can't help himself when he cranes his neck to look back at Ivy, still caught up in her mystery and grace; but then a muzzle is brushing against his shoulder, and his attention shifts.

Hi, Chryseis.

The words are not spoken (no surprise there), but he presses the shape of them intimately into her neck, knowing that even if she doesn't understand his exact meaning, she'll appreciate the gesture. His lips linger against the warmth of her skin for a moment too long, the scent of her reminding him of their mountain hide away, the place he will never speak of to anyone else (except perhaps his siblings, though he won't disclose the exact location of course). In her scent, he finds himself remembering adventure and chaos, thrills and heat and even still, a kind of calm that makes itself special because of how wild a girl the blue roan is.

When she begins introducing herself to the others, Rhae pulls his lips away easily, blinking a bit distractedly now as his psyche is pulled in two directions. She then gestures towards the moondancer and his brother, Sviko, and he can only give Will a grateful look as she ushers Clayton in those character's directions.

From the outskirts, a beautifully marked pegasus approaches, flapping her wings to make an emphatic entrance. Rhae nods towards her with a smile, looking at Chryseis and then the girl as if to say that she ought to go greet the newcomer. Whether she does or not slips Rhae's attention as, in less time than he needs to adjust to the batshit craziness going on around him, another feminine figure approaches.

Kensa.

Even the sight of her is enough to make Rhae's stomach flip, and more than that, his shoulders ache. Although he'd reassured her that day in the forest after their encounter with the lionpards that Mother could mostly heal his wounds, the memory of that pain still sometimes came back to him. Not so much as a negative than as something that he associated with the beautiful liver mare - adventure and comfort and thrill. He remembers also telling her of his precognition, perhaps the first who knew of it besides his siblings and mothers. Remembers the way she had held him to her, lending him solace until the bleeding stopped, speaking softly to him of times in her past.

But of course, she does not walk up to him like Chryseis, far less bold in their connection (for reasons he is about to find out). Instead, she goes to Ivy, murmuring words that he can't quite hear but that he knows for a fact are kind. When they both start towards him, he wants to smile - and he even does a little bit, but it warbles as his eyes flash from girl to girl to girl, and then he just feels like dying. Dying would be better than being surrounded by all your girlfriends.

Kensa introduces herself, and mentions her connection to Rhae. Rhae smiles and swallows at this, ears flicking forward in an attempt to convey his feelings for her, but then back again as confusion threatens to kill him.

It would seem, however, that his girlfriends are not the only sources of his death wish tonight.

Coming in stutteringly, a familiar-looking stallion settles himself next to Kensa. Rhae doesn't notice this fact at first, too caught up in trying to remember where this stranger is from; but when he places him as the young, handsome man he'd once shared a sunset with, he notices how closely he stations himself next to Kensa. How he greets her. And how his tail, ever in his control, continuously brushes against her hocks.

Feeling as though he might explode if he doesn't do something, the idiotic little prince bursts into a gallop, buffeting Litotes with his wing as he catapults past, towards God knows what. He turns on himself sharply at the edge of the beach, now running for the adrenaline of it; he passes the group which holds all his girlfriends, kicking up sand as he passes, before pulling up next to Sviko and using the rush of energy to muster some words into the space between him, loud enough that only his little brother and confidente might hear.

"I've fucked myself over so hard Sviko, you GOTTA help me!"