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Subject: ::Lost my Mind:: ::Torn Apart::


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Lessa & Logan
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Date Posted: 16:18:17 07/17/06 Mon
In reply to: Adalia, Giana and Iselotta 's message, "/|\ I Dream of FairyTales /|\ :|:Young at Heart:|:" on 16:00:49 07/17/06 Mon
 >((an understatement.... though i;m feeling better now, thanks. But man oh man was my temper through the roof when i smacked my head. *eye roll))

Lessa continues to walk around with Gianna, keeping a fiarly loose contact with the mare. At one point, she allowed the leadshank to loop between them, with nothing but a light grip keeping the rope in her hand. Deciding to test the mare's focus on her, Lessa steps up the pace slightly, lengthening her stride, and moving forward more quickly. She guided the mare around the caravan, then away from it, watching her curiously to see if she was at all herd sour.

Logan smiled slightly as Lotta inspected his cloths, no doubt in search of something tastey. When she failed to find anything of much interest, her gaze shifted from his conversation, and Logan's gaze shifted back to Adalia. Well that's good to hear. He glanced over the remaining mare, before focusing his attention solely on Iselotta. A soft touch sweeps over the mare's long mane, his touch tender and affectionate. How much are you asking for her? He questions, glancing at Adalia out of the corner of his eye.
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