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Subject: .¥.p.o.n.d.e.r.s.¥. Author: Desiderio [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 22:04:55 09/04/02 Wed In reply to: Wraith 's message, "Casting a glance toward the other, now rejected, mare, she approached the filly." on 19:35:11 09/04/02 Wed The filly lifts her head but does not stand up. A small smile casts itself across her pretty face. This mare seemed fine, if not very nice indeed. She nods, casually and cooly. It takes but a moment before she makes her decision. .¥.Why thank you. That would be lovely.¥. Now a feeling of slight gratitude comes over the Thoroughbred; a feeling that completly disagreed with her cool complexion. But it was there, and she wasn't about to try and rid it. Her smile widens and she rises to her dark hooves. After shaking her silvery mane and streaching on slender legs, the filly walks over to Wraith. Her smooth step hesitates for a moment as another thought comes to her mind. .¥.What am I to call you?.¥. Her question is that of genuine confusion; would she call this mare her own mother? What an odd feeling - odd, but pleasant. . .and, much as she hated it admit it, comforting. There would be another in the world who cared for her, and in return she could care back. But what would she call her? [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date Her expression softened as she cocked her head. Wraith 22:43:14 09/04/02 Wed .¥.h.a.p.p.i.n.e.s.s.¥. -- Desiderio, 09:45:19 09/05/02 Thu