those who do not learn from history

are doomed to repeat it

Sahin! Finally! I was beginning to worry he’d miss out. I offered Sokka’s father a smile and a welcoming nod as the little chestnut continued his meal unabated by the attentions. Sahin pressed his muzzle into my neck. I reached over to rub my check on his as he moved to examine his son. I felt good.

Sokka jumped when Sahin blew on him. His little heels kicking up and sand going everywhere. I laughed as he let go, spun around, and promptly lost balance and fell. His head popped right back up and he shook it. He turned bright eyes to stare at his father and he just snorted. He made a sound that could almost be thought of a ‘why did you do that?’ question - but he was too young to speak.

I just laughed for a bit then went to encourage him back to his legs.

“ ‘Ell, walk’n’s a bid ouddare fer ‘im rahgh’ naw,” I laughed as I finally managed to get him back on his feet. “Mer lahke fall’n. Ain’ figa’d oud ‘is legs yed. Bud ‘e will.” I nuzzled him at the base of his neck. “Saw’hin, Ah’d lahke ya da meed…”

I was interrupted from introducing Sokka by Sylvia cooing over him. It was very appropriate. She should coo. Sokka was adorable and he was new and I was just about ready to burst with pride. And drop from exhaustion but we’ll get to that in a bit. She stepped aside to reveal a colt all her own. I smiled.

“Naw, did ya bird ‘im in secred an’ fergid da led da res’ o us no?” I laughed. “Shame on ya! Shame! Ah mahghd ‘ave da kidnap ‘im naw.” The laugh was clear in my voice. I would never take another mare’s foal from her. Well, unless the mare were dead, maimed, or begged me to do so. But Sylvia was quite capable. I looked at everyone. “Where waz Ah fer Sylvya came up?” I asked Sahin.

I was reminded as Sokka took his awkward steps round about to Sahin’s side and sniffed under his father. He first tried the breathing trick but when it didn’t work so well he decided he might finish his meal.

“Oa, nah, nah nah!” I hurried to nose him away from Sahin’s underside before the colt could do anything other than stick his head down there. I brushed up against Sahin in the process. “Sawreh ‘boud dad.” I grinned sheepishly. “Aneh-who… meed Sawkkah e’ery one. Ah dink he’s gonna be a lodda fun soon.” Sokka repositioned himself at my side and took to his feeding. I sighed and looked at Sahin, resting my chin on his back.

I was going to need a long nap after this.

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