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Subject: |{ no shining Star ever held more beauty than a single Life }|

Author:
Leila

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Date Posted: 13:18:25 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

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.

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Dances with Darkness
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Date Posted: 16:50:50 01/20/03 Mon

It takes a moment for the mare to notice her son and his... family?... for so long ago had he left her - a year, perhaps - that she had almost completely forgotten his face, his features.

"Dark Death," she whispers softly, her gentle voice carrying to the family of three by the helpful breeze. "Is it... really you? ...And Sophie?" A slow smile appears in her dark eyes as she approaches quickly, her gait smooth and yet proficiently taking her slender self to them speedily.