Dia

Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it

I trotted back into the Paradise. That Midas fella certainly had a mouth. Well, a really tough accent. Most of the islanders I knew had accents of course. But he had been nigh ununderstandable. Was that a word? I don’t think it was. Eh… whatever. But I didn’t really know what to make of the Ridge. The Paradise was so much better.

I trotted back out of the jungles of the interior and back into the lovely space before me. A deep breath and the twilight sky made it clear this was a place I could stay. I trotted forward. I suppose if I wanted to stay I should probably see Sahin about it. Can’t imagine why he’d say no.

We got along well after all.

I turned towards the inland, keeping a fair trot. The wind was from the sea and tasted of salt. Now, where would a stallion make himself at home? They are both easy and difficult to find it seems. Easy because when you just slide in from no where, they seem to materialize. Kinda funny that way. Difficult because when you want to find them, they like to elude you. Very strange creatures.

I arrived at one of the large pools and stopped. Well, good a spot as any to wait on him to pop up. I snorted and lowered my muzzle into the water. The water was rich and cool. Wonderfully refreshing.