those who do not learn from history

are doomed to repeat it

It was a good day to stretch the old legs. Hmmm. Fall in Atlantis seemed a rather pleasant season. A good time to soak up the sun. No hurricanes and the sea was rather calm. Spring is still my favorite season, but perhaps fall will rise up?

I reached around to scratch at an itch on my side. I was starting to show a little bit. I grinned. Soon, a new little one would be galloping at my side. One I wanted to carry! Not that Satitba was a problem - she never had been. I love my perlino daughter despite her bullheadedness. She was her own mare, and I am proud of that.

I sure wish I knew where the hell she was. On the Islands, Fundamental had said. But that was little information to go on.

I was cantering down the beach when I spotted something. It was brown, but it was equine in shape as it pulled itself out of the ocean. Alone. Yep, time for excitement! I offered a whinny as I increased my pace, sand flying behind me. I stopped in front of the other who I could now tell was very definitely mare and offered a smile.

“‘Ella dare,” I greeted. Always friendly, I’m sure most people thought that I was wearing some sort of mask. Or that I was playing some sort of game. It’s always better to keep a bright outlook on things. “Welcome ta da Paradahce. Are ya lookin’ fer Sawhin?”

Things had been quiet lately. Perhaps I needed to get out a bit more. But leaving Atlantis had proven oh so fruitful last time. The waves this time, it seemed, had brought someone rather interesting to the shores.

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