To stir the sound, of silence [kiddies;any]

[Sahm+Newton]

Sidra pops out of nowhere before Sahm can even fully manage his hello. He sloppily stumbles to the side when she bombards him with a hefty tag. A light huff can be heard exiting his lips as he straightens up his stance, certainly embarrassed in front of the new filly. ”Ssiiiiddrraaa!” He lowly moans while staring at his sister with pleading eyes. Do not embarrass me again, sis! Sahm had yet to fully learn how to manage his disproportionate body. Sidra, on the other hand, seemed like she had everything all put together. So put together that she doesn’t give Sahm a chance to introduce himself. She does it for him with a proper nip to his side, which hurts far more than Sahm would like his sister to know. A part of him wants to pout or run back to his mother, but instead Sahm slaps a brave face on and turns to face the black filly with a mustered smile. ”Tioga” Sahm gently repeats. ”A game?” Sahm speaks again, but this time with an uncertain gulp tagging on to the end of his question mark. He weakly glances over to Sidra, surely she would have a more direct answer. sahm thoughtful son of jason and fiasko