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Mercedes
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Date Posted: 14:29:00 04/17/01 Tue
In reply to: Arya 's message, "*she watches him stand and mount his stud before the stallion moves off again.* It was a pleasure, Alex... *She said nothing else, for he was already out of earshot. Turning back to the vista before her, she leans her chin on her arm, stormy gaze falling upon the river. Similar, yes. But he had chosen to leave. She was not wanted. Tryst lays her muzzle against Arya's shoulder before relaxing, blowing warm breaths onto the woman's auburn hair...*" on 16:26:06 04/16/01 Mon

Her gaze drops from the departing Alexander to the maid seated upon the bank, carefully studying her, for indeed, there was something familiar about her.. she pauses the sudden realization of the other's identity coming to her, the girl, yes, she was a Stark. The telltale features, the brown hair, the face, yes she was as true a Stark as her father. Visage clouds with uncertainty, was this maid a spy sent by her uncle, surely none from Winterfell could wander by chance to the same locale as she? Breath drawn sharply as fear twines it's fingers about her slender nape, inwardly chiding herself for letting her guard down, she should have merely passed on, for by now if the other is a spy she surely would have recognized her.

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*out of the corner of her dove grey eyes is a figure, and Arya turns quickly... could it really be her? Standing quickly, she steps closer, elation flooding her veins along with a quiver of fear. Had her father her?* Mercedes? Is that you? *with a sudden movement, she takes Mercedes' hand in her own, laughter playing at the corner of coral lips before she hugs the other woman...* (NT) Arya 18:39:23 04/17/01 Tue

reply post is above (NT) -- Mercedes, 14:08:28 04/18/01 Wed