Weary Courtesy -- [ take a walk on the inverted side

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Subject: Weary Courtesy

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Nyssia

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Date Posted: 14:24:19 12/15/02 Sun
In reply to: Nyssia 's message, "Silently, without real interest, she steps within the land." on 08:04:03 12/15/02 Sun

So weary was she, that her acute perceptions failed to notice the stallion for a minute or two. When she does see him, she makes no move to stand and receive him properly, but instead motions for him to join her. Under the spiteful fingers of exhaustion, she could well see that he, too, suffered the same.

"My name's Nyssia. Perhaps the reason you have not seen me before is because I do not live here, I live in Death Valley." Untouched by his cocky attitude, yet feeling a sparkle of admiration in the depths of her mind, she nickers a soft sigh. "I suppose I should leave... I didn't mean to intrude upon anyone when I came."

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Frozen Dreams
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Date Posted: 19:03:55 12/15/02 Sun

Frozen Dreams
noting her weariness and storing the detail in the folds of his mind, he smiles and dips his head slightly
no no, feel free to stay, you are tired. rest yourself a while.
he steps back a bit, as if to give her space but continues to watch her, crania slightly tilted, bemused yet, a always, underlyingly vain smile crossing his features.

f r o z e n | d r e a m s
Dreams never fade, but evolve in the frigidity of solitude