Date Posted:16:23:18 04/03/02 Wed Author: Danitalia (Lullabye) Subject: Soft hoofbeats shower the muddied earth.
Ebon centauress halted at the edge of the stream, cool water dashing over hooved in frenzied rush toward sea. Calm eyes watched its path momentarily before slipping beneath the cool shade of her willow and grabbing her pack. Spring meant new roots. It would be easier to dry them now than to wait until they were tough with the heat of summer or autumn, though they would not be as large now.
