those who do not learn from history

are doomed to repeat it

Well, it had been quite a storm. The landscape changed as I approached the beach; uprooted trees and broken branches were scattered everywhere. I had my own opinions, of course. The liter was great and destruction vast. Everything was quiet as it seemed the birds hadn't quite figured out the danger was passed. Some of the smaller rodents were running around, attempting to fix their own homes or find new ones after their homes were destroyed. A small mouse and her clan nearly startled me.

Ok... they sprung out of the ground and I might have reared up. Might have.

It was then that I heard a call. It was a very sad, desperate sound. I looked around. It had to come from somewhere. My first thought was Mera, but I was fairly certain she and her mother had been here long enough to know where shelter would be. So, either it was Conquistador or another hidden foal. I trotted forward, ears twitching so that I might get more of an indication of his location.

Finally, I sport the poor colt standing in wide open. I offer up a call and canter forward; slowing only as I approached him. Personal space be damned, I come right up to him and examine him. Was he injured? Why would he make that kind of noise if he wasn’t?

“Conquistada? Are ya alrigh’, suga?” I asked. I couldn’t find any real injury. But that didn’t mean he didn’t have bruising or worse. Besides a messy mane (which mine was too) he seemed perfectly healthy.

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