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Date Posted: 08:38:03 06/09/01 Sat
Author: worker
Subject: *Leads the mares over*
In reply to: worker 's message, "*hurries over...*" on 11:58:33 06/08/01 Fri

*Mystic* ~The graceful Turkmene mare lightly steps behind the worker. Her coat is bright and her eyes shining with health. Her flowing tail wisps across the groundand her mane dances across her neck. Her grey color shines in the desert sun and she looks around a her surroundings.

*Coming Storm* The ebony mare walks behind the worker with a joyful spring in her step. Her well muscled neck and haunches ripple with each prancing step. Her ebony mane ripples down her neck and her tail falls elegantly to the ground. The light of her spirit shines through her eyes and is apparent in her glossy coat.

*Fyre Eyes* Reluctantly the desert dun mare follows. She looks longingly at the desert and whinnies for other wild horses. Her eyes shine with a wild light and her coat is the dun color of the desert. Her light mane wisps across her neck like sand in a storm and her tail sends tiny dust storms into the air.

*Behold the Night* The exotic blue roan mare walks nonchalauntly (sp?) behind the others. Her ebony forelock falls in gentle wisps that carress her sculpted face. Her long mane ripples with each bob of her head. Her tail ripples to the ground. Her eyes are bright and her coat of good health.

*The worker regards the womans reaction.*We were thinking of turning Fyre Eyes free for she hates confinement...The rest will go for a small price if they suit you.

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