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He had been playing in the water when she called, oblivious to the world around them. His mother liked to nap in the afternoon heat, sheltered beneath a tall spindly tree a short distance from their oasis. He, however, had outgrown naps weeks ago and was bored out of his mind waiting around for something to happen.

At her call, he spun around and nickered to his mother in question, wordless but eager. She, having also heard the call, only nodded tiredly in response. Trying to keep them apart was like telling the sun not to shine.

The lean colt, his black foal coat now shed and gleaming with sleek dapples, raced atop the dunes to join her, his own tail flagged in the air with open glee. Geçersiz nickered as he saw her, arching his neck into an impressive little bow as he'd seen his father do on rare occasions near Merwerit.

"Kız kardeşim," he says warmly, as he greets her, his dark muzzle stretching to brush her own. His mother rarely used turkish beyond the most gentle of endearments, but his father and Merwerit were more open with it, and he adored learning.

"A trick?" He asks with a laugh, tossing his head as if her request was too much. Grinning wickedly he trots a few steps away before casting a look over his shoulder. "If I show you how to wear sunshine, will you go with me to where the sun meets the sea tomorrow?"

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