She stirred the contents of the pot as she thought further. She looked over at Macintosh and felt a small surge of joy with every rise and fall of the colt's chest. Soon her eyes opened wide and she slowly stopped stirring as understanding finally struck her. She smiled at the peacefully sleeping colt; at last she knew what she was feeling. It explained her sudden interest in Macintosh when she'd first seen him and why thinking of him after that night under the stars made her so cheerful. It also explained why it always felt slightly familiar.