A Green Tinted Sky

[Clownpiece]

Somerled’s face shifted from mischievous to genuinely happy as the man, who he now knew as one Connor Hound, gave a proper greeting. The first person to do so here. He hoped that it wasn’t a trend for people to be shit at introducing themselves, but that was a worry for future him. Taking the man’s hand, he accepted the shake, and introduced himself.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Hound, I’m Somerled Murdoch. And this,” he released the shake and hefted the saddle, “Is for my trusty steed over there.” He jabbed his finger in the general direction of ‘behind him’ without bothering to look back, pointing at absolutely nothing. Unbeknownst to him, the moose he had summoned was no longer behind him, having wandered over to the fountain, and was now standing in it.

“Peripherals,” his own voice whispered to him, yet again fouling his mood.
“What in the hell do you mean by...” he angrily muttered, glancing around where Sonny had suggested, trailing off when he noticed the lumbering mount. “Sorry, not behind me, right there.” He pointed in the correct direction this time.