Like a Match And Gasoline {Sidra/any}

[Sahm+Newton]

sahm Although Sahm had been lost for what felt like a thousand years he was finally home in the Gates. On this particular day Sahm could be found lipping at sweet tendrils of grass that grew beneath a rather large and brightly decorated tree. With each taste of green Sahm felt a tinge of warmth sink into his belly. It gave him a sense of peace that he hadn’t felt since he was young. Normally such a feeling would cause him to over indulge in his snack, but a particular scent forced his eyes open. He lifted his head and inhaled deeply, and out of the corner of his eye he spotted a hint of blue. Dad Sahm hopefully thought. The hope was diminished as quickly as it had come for with a full open look he noticed the blue shimmer was attached to black, and the body was small. No matter the source of the color Sahm’s curiosity was still sparked. Sahm slowly approached the young foal. His large body merely acted as a hindrance to his speed. ”Hello, young one.” He simply said once he had drawn near enough. Sahm easily noted that the blue tinge on his white speckles almost matched the hue of the filly. A kind, friendly smile reached across his lips and he continued to step closer. ”My name is Sahm…what brings you here?” He spoke louder this time. His voice was smooth, and his words aroused slower than normal. Sahm wasn’t quite the talker. While he waited a quiet response from the young one Sahm realized that she was alone. ”Where is your mother?” He questioned lightly- a part of him eagerly wanting to ask Where is your father?