Like a Match And Gasoline {Sidra/any}

[Sahm+Newton]

sahm The filly looked up with doe eyes, and Sahm was simply embarrassed. He had never grown accustomed to his size, and he wasn’t particularly happy with how it wished to continually grow. If given an option he would have stopped his height at an unnoticeable and average size. Instead he grew tall, and his muscles grew large, and he sunk deeper into the shadows. The filly established her name quietly, and Sahm gently repeated it at a similar level. ”Sretan.” It was a pleasant name; one that seemed to suit her nicely. Sahm listened on with a warm smile still spread across his deep black lips. She mentioned Voudou- a name that registered as familiar though without a face attached to it. Sidra was another name mentioned and Sahm merely sighed pleasantly. His sister may not be happy with him, but he was happy with the possibility of running into her again. Slowly and gently he would restore his relationship with her. He loved her, and she needed to feel it. ”Well Sretan, you seem pretty nice as well.” Sahm said. He lowered his stance and head so Sretan wouldn’t have to bend her neck too meet his eyes. ”And it just so happens that Sidra is my sister, so I can definitely help you find her.” He nudged the filly’s cheek in a friendly gesture. If her mother wished for her to meet Sidra than Sahm would make it so. ”Well you best be yourself. I am sure that is all your mom could possibly want from you, and you seem pretty nice. ”Follow me..I know a few places she likes to go.” Or at least he used to know a few places. Sahm lifted his head, just a bit- he still wanted to be at the same level as Sretan. His body twisted to the right, and he began to slowly walk toward a grouping of trees that stretched out along a ravine near them. His pace was steady, and he watched Sretan beside him to make sure she was with him. It didn’t take long before he spotted Sidra. ”Oh- There she is!” He exclaimed ”Sidra!