| Subject: She snorts, concealing a silent sigh... |
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Date Posted: 20:59:08 11/28/01 Wed
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Cobweb
's message, "Young mare stands stiffly, no answer coming to her lips immediately..." on 20:12:19 11/22/01 Thu
She'd never been good with words, with knowing what to say to people to make them feel alright. It's part of what had gotten her driven from her previous homes. Here, at least, she hoped they could understand she was awkward with words, awkward with emotions, and awkward with caring...
Feet planted stiffly, uneasily, wishes driving through her mind for the eloquence to let him understand, but knowing those wishes were not rational. She begins to lift one leg, simply releasing the pressure of her weight, bending slightly, but changes her mind before hoof leaves the earth. Once it is once more firmly planted upon the ground, her eyes still watching for his reaction, she finally opens her mouth to speak, though a pause goes by before the words begin to slip out, rough and awkward, though genuine. "Gangsta, I... I must leave you to make your decision now, for I know it isn't up to me, and my presence does no good. Should you choose to stay, I shall be over there," she jerks her head back and to the side, motioning towards her favorite part of the TT, a little dip in the midst of a cluster of large, jagged boulders which jutted dramatically out of the barren terrain. Giving him one more lingering second, she finally turns, stepping heavily towards "her spot", with her rough-and-tough-yet-graceful-and-feminine strides and attitude...
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