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they say we are what we are, but we don't have to be
The foal was fearless, but he was a little bit... nervous, looking at all those people, all these strangers who looked up to his Ma. Would they look at him like that one day, with admiration in their eyes instead of pity, with proud instead of discomfort and silence? Almost shyly he trailed behind, staying close to Ampere's hocks and peering anxiously at the assembled mass, uncharacteristically quiet, moody and bored. Meetings were for Grown Ups with jobs to do, responsibilities he didn't really have at all. Maybe he should have stayed by the Oasis and just waited for Ma. Maybe should have left then, crept away when Ma went to talk to Gaucho with her big fluttery eyes and in her special voice.
But he didn't. He just clung to her heels and waited for this whole thing to end.
Some of his friends were there. Hertz, and Aakesh, and all of the kids from the big Foal Meeting of Doom. Were they as bored as him? Zèklè tried to catch their eyes and grinned, rolling his own sunbeam gaze to express his disdain for the proceedings. He wised he could send them messages, could tell them stuff with his mind- Wanna blow this joint? or The Diviner's super pretty or Yeah, my Ma's the Gladiator, what's it to you?
Maybe they'd have to work on that in their next club meeting. Sending secret messages. That'd be cool. It'd give them something fun to do, while they waited for Grown Ups to finish their boring Grown Up things.
