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Date Posted: 13:38:11 05/19/01 Sat
Author: Isabella
Subject: *her gaze seeks his as he turns in silence, finally meeting his eyes before speaking...>*
In reply to: .-. Argon .-. 's message, ".-. he listened intently .-." on 08:38:04 05/19/01 Sat

*she lets the wind caress her body for a moment before answering, gathering her thoughts* None can forsee the future, Argon... but i would not mind finding out if there would be an "us". *she laughs softly, midnight-hued gaze seeming to dance* It is the least I can do since you left your father's men to meet me, no? But... why would you wish to give up your life of privaledge for me? I am certainly not a woman your father would have chosen for you... *she steps a bit closer, gaze sweeping across his face before again falling into the depths of his eyes*

*crimson femme eyes the sable stud with a mixture of trepidation and excitement, though yields to his touch and presence. Nares quiver as they touch, and share a breath before he tosses his head. The mare squeals, dished cranium rocketing skyward as well. Settling, she lowers her head slightly, and stretces her neck towards him, muzzle brushing his shoulder. Ivory incisors nip gently at his obsidian pelt, her own muscles tense under fiery coat as she awaits the stallion's reaction...*

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