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Subject: |{ a shining Star never held more beauty than a single Life }|

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Leila

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Date Posted: 20:47:29 01/26/03 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

[Whoa! I'm getting a bit overwhelmed by having to keep so many characters active in one thread... there's really only two characters here in the famil who aren't played by me, right? Jeez Louise... and to think that perhaps two more might be joining anytime soon.... I can't wait until Apathan and Malussinn are great-great-grandfathers! *Evil cackle*]

Under her mother's loving attentions, the filly once again is beaming happily upon one and all. This is where she is meant to be... right smack in the middle of everything. Her eyes close with contentment as she releases an unhorselike cooing. With her gaze still darkened by the lids that wall her off from light and sight, she turns her small head to nuzzle her grandmother in return. How lovely... suddenly she finds herself sinking into the grass that brushes teasingly at her sides, leaning against her mother's legs. How tired she is. The filly's head is the last to succumb to the forces of gravity and exhaustian combined, resting against the earth gratefully as her consciousness is lost to the settling darkness of sleep.

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