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Subject: *the stallion darts among the undergrowth*

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Ocean Depths

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Date Posted: 14:01:30 11/23/02 Sat
In reply to: Carinosa 's message, "The firey chestnut lifts her head, snorting impatiently." on 15:26:19 10/29/02 Tue

*as a glimmer of copper attracts his gaze as a new penny in the sun draws the eyes of a human, he peers through the vines to see Carinosa low to the ground in hiding. Just as he was about to yell that he could see her, he turns to view a retracting form of a stallion. Turning to watch his departure in curiousity, he turns to her with a curious glance, wondering if she knew who he was any better than he.*

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[> Subject: She lifts first her front end, and then her hind, and finally manages to haul herself upright.

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Carinosa
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Date Posted: 20:35:01 11/23/02 Sat

Out of the corner of her eye, she notices the dark stallion leaving. Puzzled, she tilts her head a little to the left. Not yet at a point of nervousness, she can't help but wonder how long he had been watching her. She starts trot back over to Ocean Depths, swearing under her breath as a slender foreleg catches on a vine. Hopping up and down madly, it finally snaps and allows her to continue on her way. Reaching the draft, she asks, "Any clue who that was?" She looks back over her shoulder, as if expecting him to emerge again.