His mouth twisted in a wry grin despite the gathering gloom in his heart. -- Paradise Isle

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Date Posted: 18:04:19 10/07/02 Mon
Author: Tabriz
Subject: His mouth twisted in a wry grin despite the gathering gloom in his heart.
In reply to: Sirimaya 's message, ": She balks like a Thoroughbred on a walker. :" on 22:05:51 10/06/02 Sun

"It appears you scared her, Coast." He teased, resembling his old self for one short moment.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> : At his remark, she rushed out from behind and puffed up. : -- Sirimaya, 18:10:34 10/07/02 Mon [1]

: She squeals and whinnies in broken words, "No! It's Mister Meanie that scared me!", at her exclaimation, she points to Tabriz, as if motioning that he were the 'Mister Meanie'.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> ~{ Hidden Paradise }~ -- Costa del Sol, 20:35:56 10/07/02 Mon [1]

The mare grins playfully, resisting the urge to nip him. She turns back to mare and foal as the filly rushes out with her declaration. Cocking her head curiously, the palomino takes a step towards the youth. "Aw Siri.. What did poor Brizzy do to deserve that kinda talk? He's not scary." She glances back at the stallion to make sure that he had not somehow transformed himself into a terrifying monster while her back was turned. Indeed, she could see no dripping fangs or mutated limbs on her roan friend. She returns her gaze to the filly, features remaining innocently confused.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> ~^~The cat holds back a laugh and walks up to circle around Briz's front limbs with a purr. "See, he's perfectly fine. Even better if so possible."~^~ -- Painted Desert, 16:51:19 10/10/02 Thu [1]

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