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Subject: 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. Author: Diablo [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 12:29:49 03/10/02 Sun Author Host/IP: chr168dhcp1210.chrchv01.md.comcast.net/68.33.172.186 In reply to: Fate 's message, "~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.~" on 21:45:35 03/09/02 Sat > > >All I wanted to do was talk to Min. That was >all. > >Talk to the sister that had adored. Secretly adored. >The 'icy' Min. She had tried talking to her. But >Dusk had intervened with the comments > >Deadly comments. > >And now those whom she loved the most were dead. Fire >and Min. > >~dreams of a silvered mare, scarred, but still >indefinately beautiful coming. Fate saw herself >recovering her lost voice. To talk. Min.~ > >Are they just dreams filly wonders to self from >within sleep. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]