- It's a Thousand Miles to the Shore- -- livestock

Usio:

Her shoes, slightly dirty from the cobblestone walked way, brought her toward a new pen: her gentle, sad eyes saw that the posts were newly dug in, and she yawned slightly to herself: she��s been shopping for an hour. No wonder why she hadn��t seen them until this very moment. She stretched a bit, her right hands reaching toward the paper and thumbing through the information, before her eyes widened at the price. Not that money was an issue, but these were by far the most expensive horses around: they weren��t even beautiful, I guess. She personally prized Arabians, but surely these horses must be expensive for a good reason? She tapped her fingers against the post, noticing that the shadows had begun to lengthen. It was getting late, and she should be heading home around now. Shrugging however, she gestured to the handler, her silver hair a wisp over her delicate, sophisticated face. The lace ruffles of her inner blouse brushed her cheeks, when she tucked her hair behind her ears, the red ribbons flying in the wind. Her mouth, small, opened, to drop the words toward the dealer, her eyes, slightly narrowed, not leaving her face. ��I��ll take the two mares.��

Once again, the Gucci® wallet was whipped out from her white, pristine coat, and took out 69k of money, and held it out, her fingers poised and her palm relaxed.

Subject	Author	Date
..+you can't relate to what you don't know+..	dealer	13:31:56 06/06/05 Mon