those who do not learn from history

are doomed to repeat it

I looked between the two. Stallions business was always stallion business, so said my mamma. I’d always left it at that myself. The sabino had stopped his shifting. I greeted Sahin with a gentle brush, but all too soon he ordered me to stay and then rushed back. Well, normally, I would have done just that. This time, though, I had a question. And hell or high water come but I was going to get an answer.

Sahin did not seem to be in a talking mood. The thinly veiled threat was clear for all to see. So I positioned myself between the stallions.

“Whad’s all dis ‘all ‘boy’ runn’n off inda win’ an’ rain?” I snorted. “Da’ weda ain’ sui’ed fer anyding. Id’ll run ya off ta, Sah'in. Den where would da ‘erd be? Eh?” It was simple really. I didn’t want Sahin hurt by the storm. And it certainly was raging now. I could hear thunder every few seconds and the cave lit up by lightning. The hurricane had arrived in full force.

“Sides,” I turned my eyes to the stranger. “Dis un ain’ go’in nawhere ‘ill he ansas my question. How’dya kna Sa’hiba?” I stomped my hoof and gave the other stallion my full stare. There was no mistaking the name, a strange enough one that meant so many things to me and me alone.

If my daughter was on the islands, I had the right (and need) to know. And gods be damned, I was going to know. The thunder outside seemed to rumble in response to my internal blasphemy. I snorted and turned back towards the entrance. Would it kill them/him/her/whatever to turn the noise down a bit so I could get a straight answer? No. It would most certainly not!

But the powers that be seemed to not care about my opinions. Their loss.

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