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Date Posted: 21:57:48 07/20/03 Sun
Author: Daughter of Light
Subject: A reply. Because I feel like it.
In reply to: Dusty and Stormy 's message, "A post. Because I want to." on 21:41:54 07/19/03 Sat

She trots up to her adopted daughter, stopping with a sharp nip at her belly. None had yet noticed due to her brief absence, but she knew that her grandson would soon have a friend his own age. At the thought, she snorts her amusement, but looks at Dusty and her son complacently. "It's interesting to be around so many young ones, isn't it? You should let Stormy play with the fillies." The mare, feeling surprisingly young and conspiratorial, winks. "He might have fun."

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[> A lot of spontinaity, hm? -- Dusty and Stormy, 22:51:40 07/20/03 Sun [1]

*She looked up at her mother abruptly upon her arrival, a smile touching her dark dust colored lips.* Stormy'll be a big ladies man. Don't want to swell his ego too much.

The young stallion smiled at his mother's words, then nipped his grandmother affectionatly. "Hey DOL," He said with a grin and pawed a striped hoof at the muddy sand. His belly was wet with ocean water from splashing in the surf, and the ringlets of his tail were corkscrewed in wetness.

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