those who do not learn from history

are doomed to repeat it

I was not one to remember much about the Arch. It was uncomfortable. It was scary. It was stressful. And I had been pregnant with my very large daughter. Pregnancy might be tolerable if you liked the stallion who’s child you were carrying. Maybe that would make the loss of curves and the increase in appetite more appealing. Don’t get me wrong, I love my daughter. Even if she inherited her father’s spots.

I shook and noticed Jezibelle was moving off. I was glad to here Tinuvel was free of the Brute. Perhaps he really was dead.. She had gotten a few paces away when I remembered something. I figured this might be my only time to ask. My heart fluttered for a moment and I almost stopped.

“Wait,” I trotted after her. “Did…” I shook my head one more time. I took a breath. “Did ‘e ‘ave a name?” I’m sure he did. I hoped she knew it. I had long ago given up on that desire. On even realizing what it might be. This would be my last chance.

:. mare .:. seven .:. akhal-teke .:. palomino .:. 15.3 hh .:. lives in the paradise .:. mother of .:. unknown x unknown .:. Blushie .: