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Subject: *filly stands not far from her mother, softly nuzzling the other filly, her sister. Soft liquid eyes drift off, her faith building and her hope unquavering from this point on. Author: Final Dance [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 19:11:14 12/25/01 Tue Author Host/IP: NoHost/216.90.110.108 In reply to: Apache's Dream Speaker 's message, "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..." on 10:37:41 12/25/01 Tue [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date The mare stands, somewhat weak from using the power, then backs off a bit, unsure...that was all she could do...they would have to hope it was enough. (NT) Apache's Dream Speaker 07:41:15 12/26/01 Wed Tiny filly stares at her mother, her eyes wide with fright. "Mama..." The filly squeals softly and touches her muzzle against the mare's cold body. (NT) -- Whisper's Angel, 09:45:53 12/26/01 Wed She feels the breath of her daughter, her eyes open only the smallest measure. Squinting up at her daughter tears fall from her eyes. (NT) -- Fire's Whisper, 19:32:32 12/26/01 Wed