those who do not learn from history

are doomed to repeat it

I trotted the easy path up the mountains. I had promised Pilar I would visit and I hoped I wasn’t too late. I just hadn’t felt that Sokka had been old enough to make the journey with ease. Of course, my son felt differently. In fact, he was pretty sure I was coddling him. If anything, I was glad he was an opinionated colt. He got that from me.

“Ah’m tahra’d!” Sokka complained.

“Na, yer nawd,” I said, looking back at my son. He gave me a pouting face. He stamped his little hoof. He was light like me and his father - far different from Satitba. He also clearly glowed in the lovely sunlight, also like me. I still don’t know how Sahin and I had a chestnut… but Sokka was perfect. “We’re goin’ on an advencha da seeh un o’ mamma’s frien’s.” I smiled.

“It ain’t an advencha if ya alreadeh knaw where yar goin’,” Sokka slurred as he caught up with me. “Advenchas onleh ‘appen if ya dunno da outcome!”

Ok, he had a point.

“Ell, id’s an advencha fer ya, since ya’ve neva been,” I retorted. He snorted. I’m assuming I won that debate. You just have to be firm with colts. That’s what I was learning. Just like I had to be with strange stallions or mares.

Ok, who was I kidding? I’m only firm when people push me. Sokka did push me. So had Satitba come to think of it. Maybe strong-headedness runs in the family? The real question was, how was I going to find Pilar? I smiled. It really was an adventure then.

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