*she makes no move to remove her hand...>* -- The Desert

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Date Posted: 19:57:29 05/18/01 Fri
Author: Isabella
Subject: *she makes no move to remove her hand...>*
In reply to: + Argon + 's message, "+he helped her dismount+" on 19:20:29 05/18/01 Fri

*her smile fades slightly, remembering* The Moors invaded my homeland about two years ago, and in the fighting both of my parents were killed. I moved North, and they invaded farther into Spain. So I escaped here. The sands, the open desert... I suppose you could say they called to me... *face turns to the mare, checking on her momentarily before turnng back.* But what of you, Argon? What twist of fate has brought you here? *she pushes her hair back, though dark gaze never leaves his...*

*she snorts softly, lobes pitched forth to the sable stud. Her refined cranium tosses skyward, and depthless occulars peer at the masculine equine through a veil of crimson forelock. Nostrils flare, quivering as they take in his musky scent. Lengthy encarta snaps against taut pelt, some tendrels wrapping about her hocks like whips due to the slight sweat that has begun to sheen her body.*

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Replies:

.-. he listened intently .-. -- .-. Argon .-., 08:38:04 05/19/01 Sat
- *her gaze seeks his as he turns in silence, finally meeting his eyes before speaking...>* -- Isabella, 13:38:11 05/19/01 Sat
  - + Understanding+ -- Argon, 16:51:50 05/20/01 Sun
    - *Affection...>* -- Isabella, 18:45:30 05/20/01 Sun
      - + smiles lightly....>+ -- + Argon +, 20:55:04 05/20/01 Sun
        *the winds change...>* -- Isabella, 04:31:36 05/21/01 Mon
        + his soft gaze was held by Isabella + -- Argon, 18:00:43 05/22/01 Tue
        *she does as he bids her....>* -- Isabella, 18:17:56 05/24/01 Thu
        + Inside + -- + Argon +, 17:57:01 05/25/01 Fri
        *Worried>* -- Isabella, 18:09:31 05/25/01 Fri
        + Fading + -- Argon, 07:50:11 05/26/01 Sat
        *Fear...>* -- Isabella, 13:59:32 05/26/01 Sat
        + grey orbs slowly reopened + -- Argon, 09:21:19 05/28/01 Mon
        *Surprised...>* -- Isabella, 15:15:56 05/28/01 Mon
        .+regained+. -- .+Argon+., 19:08:42 05/28/01 Mon
        *she leans back....>* -- Isabella, 15:14:03 05/29/01 Tue
        +smiles+ -- Argon, 20:41:38 05/29/01 Tue
        *Love...>* -- Isabella, 15:28:32 05/30/01 Wed
        ..inside -- Argon and Steed, 17:40:56 05/30/01 Wed
        I will wait for you...> -- Isabella, 17:53:51 05/30/01 Wed
        .+inside+. -- .+Argon and Steed+., 18:24:19 06/02/01 Sat
        *happy...>* -- Isabella, 10:19:53 06/03/01 Sun
        .+Inside+. -- Argon, 19:17:03 06/06/01 Wed

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