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Date Posted: 22:53:53 01/29/03 Wed
Author: Daring Fate
Subject: Confused, the Percheron stallion stepped up alongside the only familiar form.
In reply to: Ballyhara 's message, "His eyes were sharp, and they glinted bitterly." on 19:35:18 01/27/03 Mon

Dark eyes took in the dramatic changes that had occurred in his home and made a note to ask Ballyhara about it later. For now, he would do his part and follow Bally's lead, and hopefully the details would fill in soon enough.

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[> Oh no... -- Nyssia and Zamnor, 17:00:40 02/01/03 Sat [1]

Nyssia, Zamnor fast at her side, joined Ballyhara swiftly as soon as she caught sight of him, her eyes wide as she glanced around the changed territory. What...? A reassuring nudge was passed along to the colt, her lips trembling as she hid them discreetly in his mane while she collected herself. When she looked up again, her eyes were fastened upon the mare who seemed to have brought all of this... destruction... to Evil Valley.

The colt took the carress well enough, but he was restless, his eyes shifting from one feature to another. Where was his father...? A hoof buried itself in the dry, dying soil as his eyes moved up to his mother's anxious face. "Mom?" He asked, a note of his own anxiety threading his voice.

The mare didn't even look at her son, only moved closer as if to shield him and protect him. "Shh, Zamnor, don't worry."

This response disturbed the black colt mightily, and he almost huddled at his mother's side, his gaze traveling to land on the only other present who he trusted. Why was Bally, Uncle Bally, here and not his father? Would Bally fix this?


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