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Subject: Three horses ride casualy to the river... Author: Duke Lochlainn and Madison May` [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 12:31:43 04/15/01 Sun The first horse arives a considerably long time before the other two... who ride together... the first bay hlds a man... and a little girl... whom, jumps right down from the horse when they stop, onto the ground... stumbling after the butterflies that fly around the feilds along the river... An exhasted man dismounts from the horse... his deep brown eyes checking on Mayas she runs along... as he tries to stay awak walking to a bench... she gives a faint sime to the few he passes and then sits down upon the bench... getting a glass of water to help him stay awake... maybe some conversation would help too... [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date The maiden trots in on the ebon Friesian, halting him in a sheltered grove. Dismouting, she smooths the crimson skirts of her new gown nervously before slipping over to the bar. Accepting a glass of champagne, the lady-knight slips to lean against the chair. Plucking a trailing flower, she fingers the petals while emerald eyes sweep the guests, hoping for a conversation - at least until Shana came... (NT) Mabellina 13:41:06 04/15/01 Sun