Hoping to join in on this little group of friends, the chestnut meandered toward them. -- Paradise Isle

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Date Posted: 15:43:17 07/17/03 Thu
Author: Dawn's Prayer
Subject: Hoping to join in on this little group of friends, the chestnut meandered toward them.
In reply to: Light's Final Honor 's message, ".: Guess I should meet my possible partner-in-crime :: Shazaam :." on 00:05:11 07/16/03 Wed

Having met Dance already, she sidled close to the filly before turning her sapphire eyes toward the other two. *I'm Prayer, what are your names?* she asked politely, silently pleading with them not to turn her away. This whole queen-in-training thing was a bit awkward but she optimistically doubted that the others would allow that to stop them from making a new friend.

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[> Message in a Bottle -- SilverStar, 19:48:05 07/17/03 Thu [1]

Silver filly trots up fluidly on slender sooty legs that could only belong to an Arab, her long, flowing tail held flagged in the Arabic fashion. Her dished, tapering face, light body build, graceful arched crest, and wide-set expressive eyes also portray her Arabian heritage. She slows and tosses exquisitely chiseled, beautifully formed head with its frothy stripe, rivers of midnight silkiness whirling and dancing in reaction. Halting fluidly near the group, she paws with a slim smoky limb, hoping to be accepted; though if not she wouldn't be hurt, she was of a very independant, wild nature. She was so caring that it was sometimes crippling to her own self, but when shrugged off by unknowns she would simply turn away. However, hoping that would not be the case, she whinnies, a clear wild silven note held by the wind.

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