*Greying black stallion tilts his head staring at Risk "i believe I know you. Your Risk, am I right? I came to this land long ago. Then I was living at the Waterfall Mists. After they closed, I wandered for a while, and then remebered this place. I remember you welcomed me. . . . " he looks to the stallion, then to the young filly. "So you don't like me eh? Well you don't have to. I'll find someplace else to stay." He's voice is slow, and he seems quite weary. He swishes his tail, then turns and slowly walks away. "Goodbye, Risk and you other folk." -- Graveyard Pass

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Subject: *Greying black stallion tilts his head staring at Risk "i believe I know you. Your Risk, am I right? I came to this land long ago. Then I was living at the Waterfall Mists. After they closed, I wandered for a while, and then remebered this place. I remember you welcomed me. . . . " he looks to the stallion, then to the young filly. "So you don't like me eh? Well you don't have to. I'll find someplace else to stay." He's voice is slow, and he seems quite weary. He swishes his tail, then turns and slowly walks away. "Goodbye, Risk and you other folk."

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In reply to: Untamed Night 's message, "*The young stallion snorts, feeling bordom creep in. He walks cautiously toward the fallen stallion.*" on 10:23:31 10/20/01 Sat

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The oddly-marked mare pricks her ears tentatively, curious as to what's going on. She is too far to have heard any word, but merely a stream of voice. She watches his unhasty retreat, her own guesses meandering through her mind. After a moment, she elegantly, but in her rough, forceful manner, dropped her head to grab another mouthful of the scraggly grass below her. (NT) Cobweb 21:48:09 10/23/01 Tue

*After the stallion has left he shakes his and walks aimlessly in the other direction.* (NT) -- Untamed Night, 04:46:54 10/24/01 Wed

~He cocks his heaad, then nods, remembering, but shrugs as the other leaves.~ (NT) -- Risk, 05:55:32 10/25/01 Thu

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