those who do not learn from history

are doomed to repeat it

Men. Who would be stupid enough to run about with this weather? I mean, surely the storm hits the Crossing and maybe even Tinuvel. It’s a rather large one. Then again, what do I know? I certainly don’t have too much say in the weather. Still, the stallion is out of sorts and would likely get battered to pieces if he doesn’t come deeper in. I keep waiting, making a stop until he can see me then continuing deep. The jungles begin to collect and the lightning crashes overhead. The rain pelts and the winds pick up.

However, I know of a place that is quiet(er) and secure. It was nested back towards the ridge, where there were cliffs and such. A shallow cave, don’t even know if I would call it that. But it would be dry and safe from the winds. Sahin would likely turn up there. The stallion let out a nicker, but it was lost in the wind. I twisted my head back at him, mane whipping about and stinging me. I too had to set my ears back more because of the wind than anger.

I snorted and let out another call to indicate that this way was how it was going to be. The going got easier as we put more distance between us and the shoreline. The palm trees swaying took much of the wind and other, large trees offered more shelter. I kept up my pace, now certain that he would at least need some help or get lost in the Jungle. At last, the sound of stone beneath my hooves alerted me to the closeness of my chosen shelter.

It was not until we were both in that cave when I turned to him. My ears were still set back, but I would at least give him a chance to explain himself.

“Oo are ya?” I snort. “An’ are ya suicahdal? Dat wedar ain’ suid’id fer much else dan dy’in.”

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