Date Posted:10:52:08 06/08/02 Sat Author: Autumn Subject: Re: Chuckle In reply to:
Pheonix
's message, "peers" on 10:41:59 06/08/02 Sat
She spots the tiny colt 'neath the bodice of Ambrosia. Turning back to which had greeted them,she allowed Babylon to do the conversing,for such a thing as not her forte. Self conciously she preened her golden feathers with ivory enamels,removing from their lengths damaged feathers that would do no good. Folding her wings back against her crimson sides,she stood there,solitary.
