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Subject: He whickers the appropriate thanks to the young mare, strong limbs projecting the stallion through the door and down the aisle. Stopping before the door, the ebon male looked over his shoulder at the two, giving a half-rear and a whicker. Dropping heavily, the large friesian trotted from the stables, into the light of the paddocks... Author: Celtic Shadow [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 15:46:27 03/08/01 Thu In reply to: Celtic Shadow and Mabellina 's message, "..." on 15:50:11 03/06/01 Tue [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date The knight strides in, clad in her usual tan breeches and white cotton shirt. Donning a scarlet cloak, the warrior makes her way into the aisle. She sighs with a wan smile at Celtic. "Ah - what am I to do with you? You escape every time." Spotting the mares, she grabs their halters, leading them back to their allotted stalls. Patting Celtic, she grabs her bridle and slips it on. Not bothering with a saddle, she awaits Shana... (NT) Mabellina and Celtic 17:26:43 03/08/01 Thu Steps through the stable door,grinning at Tillifien.She walks over and pats the mare's neck."Tillifien, you've made friends!" She takes over the silver leadrope smiling gratefully at Mabe."Thanks. She can be quite an escape artist at times." She leads the mare to a grooming hitch and begins to groom. After a few strokes the mare's coat looks sleek and shiny. She begins to pull on her armor, having trouble."I hope there are some pages. I need one."She walks to the tack room.>>> Lady Shana 11:31:14 03/09/01 Fri