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Date Posted: 22:52:10 07/12/03 Sat
Author: Daughter of Time
Subject: Time's Only Mistress
In reply to: Shiva's Fire 's message, "...intricate flickering dance..." on 22:33:16 07/12/03 Sat

Silven filly approached the other quietly. She had mastered time at a young age, and so it did not trouble her. She was patient, for time, now that was something she had plenty of. Upon nearing the filly, she nickered warmly. ~~Hello, my name is Daughter of Time, you can call me DOT, what is your name?~~ Her voice was soft, and kind, similar to her demeanor.

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[> ...intricate flickering dance... -- Shiva's Fire, 19:33:26 07/13/03 Sun [1]

Fiery copper coat gleams in the sun as the filly says in a clear tone with an air of mystery, ~~I am Shiva's Fire. But you can call me Flicka. My old mama said when I am older I will become Shiva. Do you live here?~~ Her childlike, but mysteriously beautiful face is dished and tapers to a very small, shapely muzzle. A frothy star in the shape of a diamond graces her little forehead, set between clear dark eyes. Her already long, silken mane and tail lifted and flew gently in the wind as she stands with slender legs planted apart. She looks apon the older filly's kind, warm face, waiting for a reply.

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