Wheeling Gull Isle i know, i know

the ponies crossed over the horizon, and he continued to stare ying down until she broke his concentration by lunging at the leg he held against her.  before he know, she'd landed against him.  he pressed his forehead to hers with force; he was as physically bull-headed as he could be mentally.

at least the first part, he says, with how i was raised, i don't know if my kids would be any good.  i haven't thought about it really, he says, taking a moment to move his face back, kids.

something flickered inside him at the thought of it, but he was quick to snuff it out.