Lafayette was, previously, enjoying a very nice outing with his brother. However, something he said had set off Lafayette's already frayed nerves. Perhaps it was innocent, and Chevalier most likely didn't deserve it. Lafayette would apologize later, but at that moment he was just too angry with everything to be bothered with morality. He stomped through the new mud, mixed by the fresh rains. Brown splattered up his newly muscled legs, almost unseen among the busy orange and red of his pelt. His mother would be furious that he had gotten himself so dirty. He didn't care. He'd deal with that when it came. For now he just tried to get out all of his aggression, pounding the negative feelings through his legs and into the ground, where they would be rendered moot.
The therapy did it's job. Soon the stomping became useless and he was no longer smarting with irritation. The only down side was that he felt really bad for hurting his brother as he did. He knew Chevalier would forgive him, he always did. Chevalier was far too good, and often Lafayette didn't believe his stories of a past stained red with sin. Lafayette felt even worse know Chevalier would happily forgive him. Why couldn't the stallion just hold a grudge for once? That would be easier to deal with. He was so consumed in his thoughts that he didn't realize that he had gone and gotten himself good and lost. He cursed to himself, kicking a clod of dirt, further soiling himself. Again, he didn't care.
