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Date Posted: 23:41:18 07/11/05 Mon
Author: Lachlan
Subject: Re: Mists o' time
In reply to: Mistress Of Puppets 's message, "Mists o' time" on 13:38:11 07/08/05 Fri

A clop 'o dagger's periced the lands. a crimson horse, heavy bred in stature soon appeared through the mists of time. His rider sat with confidence on his back. He glanced about. Lachlan msiled. as he spotted a vixen. Brethrine, his chestnt warmount, sented the mre fram afar. His eyes clsoed slightly, whickereing hurridy to ?Lachlan. The Stable manager smiled, and patted his mount wih a gentle hand, holding the reins loose,
"Easy Brethrine, easy. I see the bonny lass as well."
Bretherine snorted, head lowering, tugging at the bit. Lachlan signaled him with a gentle touch to the withers to move onwards. wotwards the mare. He gentle grasped at the rope. hoping not to use it. It put too much stress on the equines. He prefferedto have them follow him willingly. not be tugging away.
The bonny mare was a sight indeed. He watched her a moment, then quickly moved closer, he dismounted smoothly from the stag. telling him to stay still.
He watched the mare, his hand covered his eyes from the light. He smiled, the mare had already been ridden, and trained. She was set back to wild. That didn't make her any different. he supposed she ahd been a reject, though. how anyone could do so would be crazy. She was a bonny mare, full of spirit and joy. He smiled.
"Oh, i know a bonny mare, a beauty sh was. Stand'in 'long the meadow's greens waves of grass. munching happily as could be.
Lachan spoke jiberish, just spoke to the mare.

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