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.>>> -- crossroads

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Subject: 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.>>>

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Date Posted: 11:31:14 03/09/01 Fri
In reply to: Mabellina and Celtic 's message, "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..." on 17:26:43 03/08/01 Thu

She picks up her saddle and carries it to Tillifien and puts it on,buckling the girth. She slips the bit into the mare's mouth and puts on the rest of the bridle."It is inlaid with granite making it nearly immpossible to break." She buckles on her silver sword and swings her green cloak about her, pinning it together with a silver crescent moon brooch. She positions her shield on her arm. The decoration on the shield is a crescent moon."I am ready." She sweeps out of the tack room and unclasps Tillifien from the hitch. Stepping into the stirrup,she lifts herself up and swings into the saddle."My armor has been made to so light I can praticly put everything on by myself." She sits looking down at Mabe and smiles. She is completely covered in her green cloak. She wears no helmet and lets her strawberry blonde cascade down her face,her diamond tiara glittering. The only thing to give her away upon wearing armor is her metal shoes and spurs, and a little bit of her chest armor shows about her neck. She trots out the gate and stands waiting for her friend. Tillifien suddenly rears and the pair seem knightly and proud,glimmering in the late afternoon sun,silver horse and silver rider lordly but knightly and bright. The odd silver sword gleams brightly in the sun and then Tillifien lands and the image passes. Green cloak once more covers the rider and the sword is covered. They stand motionless,waiting,Tillifien champing her bit...

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