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Apathan
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Date Posted: 04:16:16 01/26/03 Sun
His laxly-beating heart steps up the pace a few notches as he feels something soft brush his shoulder... the muzzle of this mare, someone unfamiliar. He turns his grim gaze to see who on earth might be offering him such precise comfort, and it takes him a moment to recognize her as the mare whose leg he had healed before. Blinking as she steps suddenly away, he turns to face Aerial. "I'm sorry for looking sad, m'lady," he responds, the slightest trace of his long-forgotten dry sense of humor stirring under the dust of neglect as his face breaks into a huge, ridiculous, artificial grin, "but this looks pretty silly, doesn't it?" You have to wonder why the older stallion has always persisted in making a fool of himself; perhaps it is a form of defense? The old 'laugh it off'. Or perhaps that's just the way he is. Either way, he knows for certain he would not have made it half this far without a sense of humor.
Though, where exactly is 'this far', and does he have any desire to be there?
His soul-deep gaze flicks to the other mare approaching him and his poor abused heart does another little leap. "Mirenita!" he can't help but cry out.
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