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Date Posted: 12:10:43 09/03/04 Fri
Author: Black Daisy
Subject: Ahh
In reply to: Fiore | Pyromania 's message, "][Double][the][Trouble][" on 16:23:02 08/29/04 Sun

The fae looks at Daring Avenger, remembering when he first came here. "Hey Daring Avenger, do ya remember me?" She hissed, then looked over at Astaire. She flicked her tail and once again proceeded in eating the sweet lush grass. Her deep blue orbs looked around as everyone was looking at eachother.

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[> ][darkness][falls][ -- Firelight, 18:55:02 09/03/04 Fri

The ink-coated foal flicks her smoky colored tail her dark eyes focused intently upon the older colt. "My father." Her voice states plainly to the charcoal mascu thorns flicking over towards the sound of approaching hoofbeats.

The dark Lady of the Evergreens seeks out her progeny. Slender limbs push her willowy form towards the gathered equine dark pools falling over each seperate features. Proud tiara is hung high on her slim curvture. Sculptes lobes swivel about capturing the words the stallion utters. A smirk crosses her features momentarily and she steps swiftly up to her colt ivories bared and a light nip places across his shoulder. "Aye, my son and daughter his name is Pyromania, or Pyro. And yes my daughter whom has quite a horrible mouth on her is indeed Fiore. Avenger would you like to come back to the 'Greens and speak with the King?" It felt so normal to say King instead of Adrian even though they were equals now. He had always been her King and would remain so. A dark snort escaped her cherry lined cavities as she watched the colt. So much had happened to him in such a short time. Pitch occuli traveled also to her young and she smirked for a moment before letting her gaze drift outward auds perked waiting for an answer.

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