Dia Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it Ah, yes. I could get used to this Atlantis. Maybe it was a bit watery for my taste… but you can’t get everything right? I left Paradise behind as I trotted through the rocky terrain. Surprisingly rocky. There seemed to be a storm brewing overhead and the winds whistled through the trees. I eased down the slope and eventually found a section to break into a canter. It felt good to run!
I let out a long nicker, somewhat to announce my presence. More to express how awesome it felt to run in these tricky places. It was a great way to stretch my legs. I leapt over a fallen tree. Yes, I could definitely enjoy this Atlantis till winter was well passed me.
Why couldn’t the Brute have picked a place like this? Maybe I would have stayed instead of deciding to take advantage of being lost in a spring storm. I finally stopped near a lovely spring and listened to the sounds of the jungle around me. My ears flickered back and forth.
There had to be horses here. I could smell at least one… definitely one. I snorted and decided to take a drink… and then a dip. Swimming through the clear pool helped clean the sweat and flies that I’d accumulated. I came up on the other side of the bank and shook, looking back up at the green sky above me. There was a large cliff on one side of me, and it seemed like I might have come farther than I intended to.
Uh… hope the residents are friendly.
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