He flicked his tail as he lay in the grass, a grin of pure delight smeared across his long face as dear August joined him in his current position of relaxation. Monserrat loved how easily he could influence his friend and how he was usually willing to follow his lead. Not that the mostly-white stallion was a leader, per se. He was more like the arbiter of trying new things. He had been known to accomplish a few ‘firsts’ among their homeland, though not in the way anyone expected. First member of the herd to jump face first into the pool in the oasis. First one to take a nap in the middle of an important meeting. First to leave (though he supposed sharing this one with August was okay with him).
He wore these accomplishments like strange badges of honor, and enjoyed that August appreciated him, despite how uncouth he usually acted. He had always been different, and instead of letting this fact weigh on him, he embraced it. Montserrat believed there was no one else in the entire world that was just like him, even if he’d only seen a sparse bit of it. And even if he did meet someone who was his twin—whether physically or emotionally—he would find it exciting. Perhaps in their travels he might eventually meet such an individual, but so far neither of them had yet to see a new face.
“That’s right! This place seems like it has everything we need,” he replied between more mouthfuls of grass. Indeed it was nice to stop moving for awhile, though he was not nearly as sentimental about the goings-on back home. “We could stay here. Make this place our new home,” he suggested.
MONTSERRAT
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