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Subject: (Hmm...) Author: Melody [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 18:03:47 05/27/01 Sun In reply to: Estéril 's message, "((OK))" on 11:02:01 05/27/01 Sun (*Ooooh..! So you play Father Percival! Hehe.. I always wondered who played him..... But, then again, I still don't really know! *Shakes head* Shesh! You play alot of the greats! But....... I still can't remember you're name!! I think I have an idea, but I don't wanna take a chance and embarress myself beyond belief. Tell?? PWEASE??*) Smile spreading slowly into a small grin, she pulls her hand back just after he nudges it to avoid being struck by the flying hooves. Not moving 'til the steed dissapears into the brush, a gentle laugh escapes her for no reason inparticular. Brushing a few soft tendrils of hair out of her glittering eyes, she watches the bushes carefully for signs of the stallion, her chest heaves in a silent sigh as she does not spot him. Clasping her hands behind her back, she ponders over the idea of following the equine. Her curiousity having turned from a mear spark to a brightly burning flame, it soon overcomes her logic. Starting off a slow, yet determined pace, she slips into the brush and begins carefully making her way deeper into the forest, gaze sweeping the area in search of the intriging steed. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date ((hehehe....hmmm...)) Estéril 19:57:28 05/28/01 Mon (*LoL*) -- Mel, 07:07:29 05/29/01 Tue (((hmmmmmmmmmm))) -- Estéril, 20:05:00 05/29/01 Tue (*Ummmmmmmmmmmmm*) -- Mel, 17:42:52 05/30/01 Wed ((.....)) -- Estéril, 18:37:48 05/30/01 Wed (*>...>*) -- Mel, 08:43:16 05/31/01 Thu