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Date Posted: 16:21:38 07/18/03 Fri
Author: Light's Final Honor
Subject: .: Moving on without meh :.
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

She blinked majestically, then shot a smile at the two fillies. She felt popular, arrogantly so, but it didn't rush to her head like blood to a child's head, who made their days interesting by hanging upside down on monkey bars. A lithe foreleg struck out at the home sand that she adored, returning her own brassy tune of a whinney to Silverstar. "My name's Light's Final Honor, but you can call me Honor."

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[> Message in a Bottle -- SilverStar, 21:14:59 07/18/03 Fri [1]

Sterling filly half-smiles at the other filla, the tiny grin lighting up her beautifully chiseled face, the frothy stripe seeming to glow ever more brightly, the fire in her eyes dancing, dusky nostrils flaring wide in a friendly nicker. She tosses exquisitely tapered silvery dished head and paws at the earth again with a slender sooty limb, rivers of midnight strands swirling and flowing in response. Her glossy hide gleams bright quiksilver, the steel-hued dapples seeming to move like dark flames in silvery smoke. ~Some people call me Star,~ she says in her silvery bell tones that ring up and down the scale, ~But it doesn't really seem to fit. I really like the name Storm, but that doesn't really go with my name.~ Having admitted her desire for the name, she looks at her perfectly shapen hooves, which are small and built for speed, knowing she's being silly.

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