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Subject: (Inside, it wouldn't fit)... Author: Mercedes [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 15:58:58 04/16/01 Mon In reply to: Alexandre De'Von 's message, "~*~He looks to the lady who dismounted, holdin g his stallion as still as he can, sepia hued orbs focused on her and her animal, his horse streaches his neck and coughs, he lets out his reins~*~ "Hush....Xavior... You will get us noticed..." ~*~He himself sighs and pats the stallion's neck gently, a smile crossing his face as he looks once more to see if she noticed him or not, not that it would have made much of a diffrence~*~" on 17:45:35 04/15/01 Sun She halts, olive hued eyes dart towards the underbrush, for the distinct cough of a horse had caught her attention, fear grasping her heart. Surely her uncle would not have followed her this far? Bodice stills after sharp intake of breath, her hand instinctively flying to her chest where safely concealed in her bodice lies the small dagger given by her mother, crafted by the gypsies of dragon bone, lighter, sharper and stronger than any man made steel. Yes, her weapon could defend her well in her deft hands. Hands reaches up and push auburn locks back in an attempt to make her preparation to draw her weapon look more natural. Though she remains near her mare, ready to mount and flee if need be. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]