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Subject: + The lady, riding sidesaddle through the hills, sees the man ride up. Her dark eyes rest upon his figure, thoughts turning in her head... He looked familiar... so familiar... Author: Lady Ranaih [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 19:23:09 03/09/01 Fri In reply to: Baron George 's message, "-A young man, looking about 29 years old, rides in on an ebon steed. He wears breeches and tall boots, a linen shirt under a dark green cloak. Gently reining his mare up, he looks about.~" on 19:21:51 03/09/01 Fri [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date ~The man spots the lady. Gently he reins his steed to where she was. He does his best to bow upon his horse.~Good day, m'lady...~As he looks at her, a sight of recognition crosses his face.~Why - unless I am much mistaken, you are Lady Ranaih! How much you have changed!~He smiles at her warmly.~ (NT) Baron George 19:39:14 03/09/01 Fri + Her face lights up. + George! But - how - why...? + She smiles and laughs childishly. + (NT) -- Ranaih, 20:07:04 03/09/01 Fri + A young boy walk up to them, looking up at his mother hautily. ..Who is this man, Mother?.. (inside) -- Raniah and Jonathan, 20:19:56 03/09/01 Fri ~The baron frowns down at the boy, then turns to Ranaih.~You have a husband? (NT) -- George, 21:00:27 03/09/01 Fri She looks slightly uncomfortable. ..Thee knows how my parents were, George. They decided whom I would marry, not I. But he died 2 years ago.. She looks up into his face, eyes all of a sudden filling with hope. (NT) -- Ranaih, 21:02:59 03/09/01 Fri The boy walks away in a huff, angered by his mother's childishness now that this - man - had arrived. (inside) -- Ranaih and Jonathan, 21:08:24 03/09/01 Fri ~The man urges his mount into a gallop and follows the lady.~ (NT) -- George, 21:11:24 03/09/01 Fri