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Subject: The silver stallion watches the mare from below. Noticing her obvious sadness he nickers softly to her. Tossing his elegant head he snorts softly not wanting to intrude in her privacy but wanting to comfort her. Author: Enigma [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 09:37:51 07/11/01 Wed Author Host/IP: blfd-cs04-t55.citlink.net/170.215.185.60 In reply to: Whisper In The Wind 's message, "The golden mare looks around the familiar forest. She sighs at the memories it brings. Good ones, yes...but...she lowers her head, then walks over to the waterfall, staring up at it. She turns, climbing the mossy rocks slowly, slipping once but regaining her feet, finally reaching the cliff high above them, moss and flower covered, looking over the whole forest. She stops at the edge of the cliff, eyes closed, willing herself to move forward, hardly able to. Finally she steps forward She opens her eyes. This place, her favorite spot...just hers and her father's spot. He had taken her up here so many times, shown her the land...she closes her eyes, pushing the memories away. Now it is not her favorite place. For here is her father's grave, a mound, covered in flowers she had so painstakingly planted, grown by her own tears. For the hundreth time she rereads his final note to her family, eyes misting over. She lays down beside it, one single, lone tear gliding down her muzzle." on 07:43:08 07/11/01 Wed (Occ: Perhaps you could take a look at my game and tell me what you think...maybe even join...I've been advertising my tail off but no one has joined yet...do you have any suggestions???) Here's The addy if you'll take a look: http://www.geocities.com/toocutetobereal/betweenthemists.html [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date She looks up at him, whickering sadly, then stands, lookingat her father's grave. She turns away, then gallops back down the steep slope. Wit 16:38:28 07/12/01 Thu He gallops over to her and nuzzles her and smiles trying to comfort her. -- Enigma, 12:27:17 07/14/01 Sat she returns the nuzzle, leaning against him. "I'm fine now..." -- Wit, 09:40:37 07/15/01 Sun He smiles at her eyes shining with love (NT) -- Enigma, 12:46:09 07/15/01 Sun