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Frozen Dreams

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Date Posted: 19:03:55 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

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

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Nyssia
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Date Posted: 20:43:54 12/15/02 Sun

However, the thoughts that run sharply through her head are not reflected upon her visage, and soon her gaze is lowered again. Turning her head, she looks through a curtain of leaves to where a small babbling brook trips merrily along.

The eyes of the mare fill with some remote expression of the beginning of inner peace as she watches the water. Without looking towards him again, she simply utters a quiet, "Thank you. It's very lovely here." She is silent for a few seconds more. "I take it you have not been residing here, in this territory, for long?"