<font face= arial><font color= iceblue>The white filly lowers her head under the bravado of clipping the long grass, but her apetite is gone, and she only spits it out again, silently pondering the situation. Her ears flick back towards her uncle almost carelessly, otherwise not acknowledging his presence, or that of her approaching father. <font color= white>The stallion steps over next to his half brother, glancing at him and then at Fate, speaking softly. "It always hard to lose a loved one, and the hurt doesn't go away. But it does get better. I promise." He almost sounds like a light, forgetting what he says, but his words are true. -- Black Lake

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Subject: The white filly lowers her head under the bravado of clipping the long grass, but her apetite is gone, and she only spits it out again, silently pondering the situation. Her ears flick back towards her uncle almost carelessly, otherwise not acknowledging his presence, or that of her approaching father. The stallion steps over next to his half brother, glancing at him and then at Fate, speaking softly. "It always hard to lose a loved one, and the hurt doesn't go away. But it does get better. I promise." He almost sounds like a light, forgetting what he says, but his words are true.

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Date Posted: 12:07:58 03/08/02 Fri
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In reply to: Satantic Warrior 's message, "+Satantic stands a little ways from the pair. He gazes down upon the filly "Fate" and looks towards his niece in question. He then beckons towards his brother to come near+" on 19:35:43 03/06/02 Wed

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~nods, listening to stallion's words~ Perhaps time would ease the pain, filly thinks to herself.~But time surely wasn't on her mother's side~ (NT) Fate 14:31:22 03/08/02 Fri

The white stallion nods. "Yes...you're mother's greif is taking over. I think she may need an ear..." (NT) -- Diablo's Deceivance, 15:58:00 03/09/02 Sat

~filly listens~ Her brother. Perhaps he could do something. An ear?, filly thinks to self. ~ Filly looks apologetically at others, as she is exhausted and then drops into a deep, dark slumber.~ -- Fate, 21:45:35 03/09/02 Sat

The white filly looks quizically at the other. Dreaming... It's obvious in the way her eyelids flutter slightly, the look on her face. She snorts, turning away, staring at the icy waters of the lake and thinking. -- Diablo, 12:29:49 03/10/02 Sun

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