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Date Posted: 21:09:37 04/24/03 Thu
Author: Dusty and Stormy
Subject: A regular reunion.
In reply to: Shazaam 's message, "(-Mother...Father...Family-)(Ashley>>>)" on 20:46:26 04/21/03 Mon

*The Bashkir lifts her head, spotting a family reunion forming around her suddenly returned brother. Long tanned legs lightly traced with zebra stripes stride out easily as she approaches her mother's side quickly. Upon reaching it, plush muzzle places a gentle nudge on the molten gold pelt of her royal-blooded mother.* Hey mom, *She says simply, acknowledging her presence to those accumulated in the Paradise.*

However, close at her heels romps Stormy, a much older colt of three. His lanky legs sweep the verdant grass in a lazy canter, until he halts suddenly next to his mother, on the side not already occupied by his grandmother. There the third-generation stands, releasing a quite obvious yawn before laying eyes on his uncle, whom he had never laid eyes on before. The bay stallion was unusual to him, an oddity in his dark moca eyes. Corkscrew-curled mane bounces about his head in a cherub like innocence, and he snorts vicariously. "Hi."

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[> *She smiles up at her uncle. He was her idol. She had always looked>>> -- Basandara, 17:15:08 04/28/03 Mon [1]

up to him. To be comforted, to watch to learn from him. So to be acknowledged by him not as others do a pesky young'un who is nieve but as a friend and relative, it was the world to her. All in a touch.*

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[> [> (-Bitter Taste of Reality-) -- (-Shazaam-), 07:51:43 05/14/03 Wed [1]

(*)In the desperate hours of longing and needing to feel his family. To feel warm and safe in his mother's embrace, he had finally realized that he had done it. He had gone off and survived alone, on his own, in lands, never even dreamed of here. He pressed his warm muzzle against his mother's chest and breathed in deeply. A soft smile curved brims as he caught sight of Dusty and... he was guessing her colt. He then nonchalantly nibbled on Basa's mane while looking at them all(*) "It is good to be in your sights Mom. And Dusty! My, have you grown... and is that a son I see by your side?"

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