The ancient painted mare trots VERY slowly over and nuzzles Star, sighing. "It seems that many of us shall soon be joining the dead, eh?" She laughs softly, her dark eyes nearly white, for her vision is beginning to go. -- Starcrest Cliff

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Subject: The ancient painted mare trots VERY slowly over and nuzzles Star, sighing. "It seems that many of us shall soon be joining the dead, eh?" She laughs softly, her dark eyes nearly white, for her vision is beginning to go.

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Date Posted: 11:16:26 07/19/01 Thu
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In reply to: Star 's message, "*Chestnut mare enters. Chocolate eyes that were once so full of life are now faded with age. Greying muzzle lowers to the grass, but mare is not interested in it. As thin as a skeleton, the once beautiful mare sighs, looking at her reflection in the lake, and she smiles to herself, knowing she would be joining Orion soon...*" on 09:50:42 07/19/01 Thu

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Suddenly her head shoots up, for the wind whispers. Her eyes grow fearful and she summons her strength, galloping to the Scarplands to save her only child...if she can... (NT) Apache 13:33:33 07/19/01 Thu

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