| Subject: A painted mare steps in, unsure of why she is here, but knowing she is here for a reason. She steps over to the mare, laying beside her...her powers, inherited from her mother, have never been practiced, yet somehow, she knows what to do... |
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Apache's Dream Speaker
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Date Posted: 10:37:41 12/25/01 Tue
Author Host/IP: dialup-63.208.187.227.Dial1.Baltimore1.Level3.net/63.208.187.227 In reply to:
Fire's Whisper
's message, "For some reason, her sister's message seems not to be helping, her breathing becomes more irregular and her heartbeat begins to fade, barely beating at all now." on 09:48:13 12/25/01 Tue
An image of the painted mare floats through the other's mind, dark eyes flashing...slowly the image comes closer, until the mare is looking into her eyes, where images are reflecting...
A set of beautiful twin foals, frolicking...scenes flash, the twins growing older...then a small, scared, chestnut filly...a gray stallion, a tiny, newborn foal...
I don't know you, you don't know me, but you must hold on...see what you have to live for.
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