Done Deal (private)

All plants loved the rain, it helped them grow tall and strong. Trees, flowers, and even the lowly clover needed the rain to survive, but no other plant loved the rain more then the mushroom. And Dandelion loved mushrooms almost as much as mushrooms love the rain.
The way mushrooms would sometimes appear overnight excited the young stallion. It was like magic. And the effect they had on the horse, well, that was definitely magic. Whenever it rained, or even if there was nothing to do, Dandelion would go searching for the tan fungus, collecting it and hiding them away until he could get away long enough to eat them.
He had left the exile herd early, just as the sun was coming up, hoping his presence wouldn’t be missed. No one had yet asked about his disappearances, and the young stallion hoped no one would. He didn’t want to lie about what he was doing, but at the same time didn’t know if his little habit would be accepted by the others.
The dun stallion had been out for a few hours now; wandering aimlessly and jumping from puddle to puddle while the sun shining gaily. He had found several new plants to taste, but none of his precious mushrooms yet.
He continued to walk as the sun dried his curly coat, watching mice and voles scurry through the grass looking for food or shelter. It was a nice quiet walk, and it Dandelion had been the thinking kind, he would have thought. But Dandelion wasn't the thinking kind, so he walked and enjoyed the scenery until he spied a small hill.
Being something different then the usual unending flat, the young stallion walked towards the hill. As he got closer he spied a copse on top of a small hill, and his curved ears immediately perked; the best mushrooms were always found near decay-trunks of old trees, fruit and berries rotting on the ground, even near a long dead animal. Even from this far away he could smell the wet leaves, a thick heavy scent that sent him into dreams of fairy rings.
Immediately starting to pace Dandelion covered the ground to the hill quickly, and as soon as he reached the outer ring of trees, the brown and white horse began nosing around the bottom of the trees, pawing and using his muzzle much like a rooting boar and spooking a little bird.
It didn’t take long for him to find his first prize, a small cluster of the tan mushrooms. He let out a small squeal of excitement which scared a bird, who flitted to the other side of the copse.
Dandelion carefully plucked three of the biggest mushrooms out of the ground with his lips, careful not to actually get them in his mouth, and stepped deeper into the trees. He needed to find a big leaf of scrap of cloth to carry his prize in before he could look for more.

Dandelion spooked and half wheeled as another figure appeared from nowhere, but froze and regained his composure as the mushrooms threatened to fall out of his lips.
He stared at the new horse, another stallion from the smell of it, for a full minute while trying to figure out where he had come from. It was odd that neither stallion had noticed each other before now; the woods were too sparse to conceal anything effectively.
“Uuuuhhh……if’s pubably beffer-“ Dandelion started suddenly, but realizing he still had the said shrooms in his mouth Dandelion stopped mid-sentence. It was a moment before he found a safe place on the ground to put them, and started his sentence again.
“They’re for…uhhh….well you see…” Dandelion tried to think of a lie, but failed miserably, “It’s probably better if you just don’t worry about it dude-bro.”
Dandelion looked over the larger stallion; he was thickly built and looked a little confused, but didn’t seem to be any kind of danger. He didn’t have any scars, marking him as a bachelor, and he had some colorful blue feathers dangling from his mane, so he couldn’t be that bad.
(OOC: 'tis so short D: Sorreh!)

Dandelion danced nervously, eyebrows squished together as the other stallion took a step nearer the mushrooms. While it was no longer so stressful for Dandelion to experience the hallucinations and delusions they brought on, a newcomer to the experience was likely to panic the way he had. The young stallion had never introduced another horse to the shrooms, and was afraid of what would happen if he did; the other horse could easily think him tricked, or dying, and may attack poor spotted stud.
Dandelion bit his lip as the stranger admitted his curiosity, but let out a small sigh as he let the mushrooms be.

Bud smiled at the jape, he instinctively like this horse (granted he thinks almost everyone he meets is a friend), and he seemed laid back and alright with secrets being kept.
“I’ve never heard a name like that…Oooooouray…” Bud said the name a few times, trying out the feel of it on his tongue.
“My name is Dandelion,” He smiled genuinely, “But others call me Dande, and Bud and Weed too, though I don’t like that last one much…It’s not like…very fitting…I’m ya know, short, I never grew like a weed or anything…Ya know, now that I think about it I don’t know why they call me that.” Dandelion sat suddenly on his rump and knitted his brows in though; Why DID they call him weed???