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Subject: ...:::All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter:::...

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Arathorn

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Date Posted: 08:31:09 12/21/02 Sat
In reply to: Lavaterra 's message, "She storms in, her anger surmountable." on 09:44:53 12/20/02 Fri

The bronze stallion - thankfully a horse again - approaches the mare. He clearly doesn't need to ask 'Is something wrong?', so doesn't bother. A dark lock falls across his broad forehead and into his vision. An ammused snort is emitted as he realizes that it is touched by gray, but his attention eventually returns to the upset mare.

"Hullo."

Knowing what he'd said was neither brilliant nor helpful, the large horse gives a small shrug, not really caring either way.

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Frozen Dreams
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Date Posted: 08:31:23 12/21/02 Sat

Frozen Dreams
Startled, Frozen Dreams looks up at the angry mare. The others rarely came near this hill. and its little tree. poor tree. the dents and chipped bark were a sharp contrast to the rest of it's thin trunked form. she alright, that one? stepping fprward slightly Frozen Dreams made his presence known with a low vibration of vocal cords. he looked on with something that was almost sympathy. almost. mostly his eyes were closed of, hard. because that was what fit his image.
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Dreams never fade, but evolve in the frigidity of solitude