let's hang together; anyone

[Gallows]

Namaah has found her feet, although she is only hours old. She is adventurous for a newborn, taking a step and then another step away from me before pelting backwards and into my side with all the grace of a toad. Each time I expect her to pull up before she barrels into my shoulder, but so far, she hasn't discovered the scientific law stating that no two objects can occupy the same place at one time. I suppose that's a bit much to expect from a baby. After a bit, the gray filly gives up her adventures and nurses. I wince at her eagerness and then sigh, plucking at the freshly grown clover. I know I am not the best of mothers. I'm more likely to let a kid touch a hot stove so they'll learn than I am to helicopter parent, but I genuinely love this little one. Kushiel, too, if you must know. One can hardly help caring about the ridiculous little people who fall out of your vagina. Kushiel will be around soon to meet his sister (a reunion I am unabashedly eager for) and soon enough Namaah will meet the other members of the Valley. Idiots, all of them, but affectionately so. After all, the Valley uses a wide variety of horses for her work. I should know. G A L L O W S We must all hang together or, assuredly, we shall all hang separately.