i could show you what you want to see...
Iasan shakes that head of his, and those ears go flopping about as they do when your ears are too big for your face. He blinks, looking around for some fun, or something to do. He should not be out this late by himself, but he has slipped the ever watchful care of his older sister Jinju—his fire sister, he calls her—and he looks around.
Why does this area look so effing familiar?
Language, Iasan! -- Yes, mumma.
His spotty rump is seen bounding over the grasses, his hooves digging into the fresh earth with confidence and assurance. He’s sure he’s seen this place before. A dream? A memory?
How is this possible?
It’s not effing possible! -- LANGUAGE IASAN!
Yes, mumma.
Iasan