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Date Posted: 21:08:18 11/23/02 Sat
Author: Rosalyn
Subject: (See Inside..I Had a lot to say)
In reply to: Spade 's message, ""Hmm.. Though love may be overrated... It is something that I have never truly experienced... The closest thing to love that i have ever experienced turned out to be only confusion... And it ended in disaster... *He looks down at his huge boots, which he had come accustomed to seeing on his feet. He shifts his eyes to Rosalyin's feet*... How... Delicate... Like a flower, fragile...*He shifts his gaze back to his own feet*And I'm so... Brutish and... And well... Alkward" on 17:56:33 11/16/02 Sat

*She settles herself into his pace, cursing the bad luck that lamed her horse shortly after departing her father's kingdom. The Roan and white stallion had been the stablemaster's pride and joy, only intrusted to her when she proved capable of training him herself. She had begged her father for days to let her have him, despite his arguments that she ought choose a smaller, tamer mare of the foreign stock. She had had to leave the warhorse in a small village on her way, paying the smith a few coins for the work, asking him to turn him out without saddle or bridle afterwards. She turned her attention to her companion, and the sudden bating of the hawk on her shoulder. Looking up at Spade quizzically, she narrows her eyes "What have you done to him? Leave my friend alone" she mumbles a little under her breath "If Fio ever finds me...I shall make sure to plant him firmly between this lout and my hawk." She continues on, the city becoming visible above the horizon.*

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