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Date Posted: 20:58:18 08/05/02 Mon
Author: Salle
Subject: The arrival of Salle Eyvorlin

A gold-and-red draped carriage drawn by two perfectly matched black horses pulled into the square, the horses' hooves ringing on the stone. The driver pulled the horses to a halt, leaped off his seat and ran to open the door of the carriage. A slender young girl of fifteen steps down. Despite her obvious wealth, she wears only a simple lavendar skirt and white blouse, and black boots; her bearing is light, but not haughty, or dignified; her long hair hangs straight down her back, jet black as midnight with no stars. The only striking things about her appearance are her eyes: they are deep purple, shadowed by slanting black brows.
The coachman hands her a patchwork bag of her belongings. "Is there anything else I can get for you, Miss Salle?" he asks. She shakes her head. Salle reaches into a pocket in her skirt, pulls out a crumpled letter and reads it for the fiftieth time:

To my dearest Salle:

I am sure you have heard of the arrangements I have made with your aunt Kariona and your uncle Michael. You are to live with them in their house in Kilworth Square, Kavanagh Town, until it is time for you to seek your fortune in the world. (Which is to say, twenty to twenty-five.) It shall be good for you, my darling, beautiful little Salle, to live in this quiet little place for a while, instead of living with I, your father, in my busy, moving merchant's life, always changing homes. You will love it in Kavanagh, my dear! Just enjoy yourself. As a going away gift, and to cheer you up, I present you with the fine young gelding that the man is holding right over by the inn. Isn't he fine? He is called Miracle.

Always, your loving father,
Sir Restimus Eyvorlin

Salle shoved the letter into her pocket and looked at the gelding by the inn. He was indeed a very handsome young horse; he was a stunning red roan, his coat a blend of white and red, his head and legs solid russet red, his clipped mane and arched tail pitch black. Miracle. Well, it would be nice to have such a splendid horse, but a horse did not replace a father, or friends, or a manor you grew up with, or-
Salle made herself stop; the hot tears were pushing at the backs of her eyes. Waving goodbye to the coachman, she went over, took Miracle from the man by the inn, swung up, and galloped out of the square.

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