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] Date Posted: 08:25:05 04/14/04 Wed In reply to: .the.sandman. 's message, ".sanity.is.the.madness.preferred.by.the.majority." on 11:14:29 04/12/04 Mon His inner turmoil was witnessed by the mare, her features impassive. She knew what it was to wrestle with thoughts, emotions, and urges so she let the battle rage without interruption. As words were uttered from his lips, she tilted one thorn in his direction, her banner idly flicking against tarnished flanks. The desperation in the voice of the stallion was almost tangible, forcing Elven to meet his gaze. However, his question nearly floored her. Where had that come from? .:I'm sorry...:. she murmured, her chiseled features swaying in a negative manner. .:While I find you to be a cherished friend, I'm afraid that my feelings do not extend beyond that:. Now wasn't this odd? Here she had been planning on spending her life alone and suddenly she was faced with a proposal. An unexpected proposal at that. The vixen studied his features, praying that she hadn't hurt him. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |