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Subject: He follows her.

Author:
Daigal

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Date Posted: 13:00:45 01/19/03 Sun
In reply to: Sophonia 's message, "She trots in, looking for Dancey or Malussinn or both." on 12:20:03 01/19/03 Sun

Nervously he looks for either his mother or his grandfather, just as his mate does. What would they think? His gaze just then is caught by the filly that trots placidly at Sophie's side, her eyes wide as she absorbs the new surroundings. Nevermind their feelings, he decides, it would be nice, though, if they approve....

"We should find them soon," he informs Sophie quietly.

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Leila
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Date Posted: 13:18:25 01/19/03 Sun

The multi-colored hide of the filly flinches under the slight weight of a bothersome fly, and she moves immediately to stand even closer to the supporting figure of her mother. What are they doing here? The filly's gaze travels to that of her mother's, probing as she flicks her thin tail in agreement with her questioning eyes. What is the point of leaving their home to come here? She stamps a tiny hoof in protest of this unnecessary movement, and releases a whicker. She wants ATTENTION from her mother... NOW.