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Subject: Misted Dreams smiles, and lays down beside her. "Hello, little Saranabi. I am glad you came." Author: Misted Dreams [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 05:49:57 06/18/01 Mon Author Host/IP: dial-154.r4.ncreed.infoave.net/64.53.8.164 In reply to: Saranabi 's message, "A pale palomino filly walks slowly in and her eyes search for Misted Dreams. She lays upon some soft grass, as she is very weak." on 21:14:53 06/17/01 Sun [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date Saranabi lifts up her head and smiles, "Misted Dreams, I'm hungary," the filly says softly. (NT) Saranabi 11:27:29 06/18/01 Mon The tiny filly hears the howling of the wolves and she becomes intensely frightened. She wishes to stand up and run, but she cannot as she has no strength whatsoever. (NT) -- Saranabi, 04:55:01 06/19/01 Tue The mare snorts, hearing the wolves also, but smiles gently at the filly. "Do not worry. They won't harm you." She nuzzles her, then says, "You are hungry? Let's see. I don't suppose you are old enough to eat grass." She pauses, thinking, then continues. "I don't know of anyone who has had foals lately." She rises, to go look for a mare with newborn foals. She turns and looks back to the filly. "Don't worry, you'll be safe here." (NT) -- Misted Dreams, 06:17:17 06/19/01 Tue The filly nods, but tucks her head next to her body, not wanting to hear or see the fighting that goes on below. (NT) -- Saranabi, 16:18:31 06/19/01 Tue