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Subject: no IC because faith's crazily lazy.

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faith

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Date Posted: 13:46:17 01/12/03 Sun
In reply to: � Oblivious � 's message, ".. ive arrived .." on 18:20:05 01/11/03 Sat

[OOC: yes yes yes! link it to the main page. we're already coming up with a scheme to get people into it. -big grin- thankies!!]

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Cirrus
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Date Posted: 14:04:31 01/12/03 Sun

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Cirrus, arriving on the bittersweet wings of one thrust into a perpetual haze of fashionable delay, drew her head towards her chest and studied the patronizing neophyte with a hardened, discriminating gaze. "Er, hi."

Among a number of ratty and subsequently unspeakable practices, the salutations of the vanilla unicorn had never been given with any particular presence of mind or skill. Her customary indifference and detachment when welcoming strangers seemed akin to her commonplace impetuous deportment, and this run was no exception.

Now she leaned slightly nigh of her conveniently-present mate, her midnight-sky eyes harboring a discernable increase in what was the healthy level of suggested iniquity. "Bit of an influx of rude mares these days, huh?" Her repartee with distinctively malicious, though silver laughter rang through the murky periphery of her pupils.