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Subject: [hehe, I'll make one if you want Kate. -chuckle- ]

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Frozen Dreams

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Date Posted: 10:38:40 12/27/02 Fri
In reply to: Apathan 's message, "Arrival {ATT: injured folks}" on 20:45:42 12/23/02 Mon

The arrogant stallion winced at the rapid rejoining of bone, but besides that he didn't react to the entire procedure, save at the end, when he nodded his crania in respected thank you, the sincerte of the thanks was in his eyes, he much appreciated not having to limp around with his comical gait. much better now.
taking a step back he nodded to the king and again to the healer before trotting off, testing out the reformed bones with different levels of sped and pressure as he goes. pleased on a whole of the job that was done.

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Apathan
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Date Posted: 15:58:30 12/27/02 Fri

The stallion now universally known as 'the healer' watches his recent patient leave, moderately impressed at how well he put up with the presumably-agonizing pain of what the bay had had to do. "Don't call me a windbag, old man," he says mildly to Malussinn. Then he frowns. "Sick? You don't know what with? How strange..." he shrugs a shoulder idly. "I'll see what I can do. Where is he?"