those who do not learn from history

are doomed to repeat it

I looked at the mare. There was a hint of almost desperation? And… brother? Hang on, and back up. She had been the sister of the Brute? I looked her over once more, and yes, I guess the heavy set body and the color pattern would have been indicators if I had been looking for it. But the Brute was… brutish and he never stood for much questioning.

I snorted.

“Naw,” I shook my head. “Ah ain’ seen da Brud in dree yairs.” Well, no reason to build her hopes. I don’t know why anyone would look for that jerk. If he fell off one of the icy cliffs in the Arch, so much the better. Then again, I suspect that she would know if he died. I looked her over. The sun would dry her off soon enough and with that coat, she might overheat in the Atlantis air.

“Ya wanna ‘ead up torwards da palms o’er dare?” I asked nodding towards a lovely patch of shady palms not too far away. If she wanted more conversation, it was best not to do it with a sun on your back. But, she was free to head back off towards… whatever island she wanted to.

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