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Subject: [Chocolate, hmm?]

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Sophonia

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Date Posted: 10:11:32 01/22/03 Wed
In reply to: Sophonia 's message, "She trots in, looking for Dancey or Malussinn or both." on 12:20:03 01/19/03 Sun

She smiles happily that all is well between the two new parents and Dancey. She had been a little concerned that the older mare might've been angry. "Leila, this is your grandma, Dancey," She says slowly, though she was almost positive the filly didn't really understand words yet. Something about what Dancey had said struck her as odd... Dark Death, she hadn't called Daigal Dark Death since they were foals, and even longer had she heard anyone else call him Dark Death. "Hey, that mean's Malussinn is a great-grandfather!" She says with a giggle, sidestepping to her mate once more, gently touching his neck with her velveteen muzzle.

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Dances with Darkness
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Date Posted: 19:41:44 01/23/03 Thu

The mare utters a surprised chuckle. "Why yes... he is indeed, that devil! He will be proud when he knows, I can promise you that." I don't know my father well- but I do know that he adores foals, she muses silently as she watches the filly ponderingly, delighting in the amusing glances and external nature of the filly. The internal nature, she decides, has yet to be discovered.