Date Posted:22:34:01 05/14/01 Mon Author: Dream Weaver Subject: ~she lays down next to the stream, nares flared, taking in the scent of the flowers that grew nearby...wondering what was so important...~
~She rolls onto her back and then back to her stomach, enjoying the feel of the earth beneath her...She nickers to no one in particular...then her orbs of green show a sudden sadness in them, her elegant dial held low~
