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•] Duke Gregory Hunt [•
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Date Posted: 09:11:10 03/01/02 Fri
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.:[Lady Thayet]:.
's message, ".:[Hasty Arrival]:." on 21:10:49 02/27/02 Wed
•] Hoofbeats indeed sound around the bend, hidden from view by a scattering of trees. A flash of silver, and soon the pair sweep into view, slowing slightly as the river is brought into perspective. Gloved hands increase pressure slightly, and the dappled horse obeys greatfully, forelegs thrown out awkwardly in a last pursuit of his rollicking gait. The spanish-bred beast soon is quieted, but only to a trot, as he circles near the river. A snort, and he tosses his head, sweat lathering his legs and mouth. [•
•] The Duke slips off, landing quite easily on the rough ground. The reins are slipped over the beast's head, tugged to lead the stallion towards the water. A brief smile; dark eyes give way to a twinkle at the actions of the black. He removes the fine silver-studded saddle, letting it land with a thump beside the lady's own tack. On a second thought he removes the reins, knowing that the dapple will not stray far. A smart smack to the rump of his steed, and he sends the silvered dapple towards the riverbed for a drink to cool him. [•
•] Gregory smiles, striding along with his horse towards the water. He takes in the lady's sopping state and gives way to a grin. [• You seem to have a trickster of a horse. •] Rich-brown eyes take in the black frollicking, and then towards his own mount. He pulls lightly on the stallion's mane, not wanting the beast to get sick intaking too much water. Con'Firmeza responds, and shuffles back up the bank to cool off in the shade. He would not go far. The Duke leans lightly against a straight-trunked birch, water rushing by. Eyes survey the terrain, assessing it appreciatively. [• Fine country, this.
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