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Date Posted: 14:21:48 09/30/02 Mon
In reply to: Wraith 's message, "~I don't quite understand myself~ she admitted, placing her head over the filly's neck in an embrace." on 09:01:16 09/30/02 Mon

The filly sighs, glad to have her mother to side with, yet mildly irritated about Malussinn's downfall. And that Ziraga creature. What nerve to try and act charming. She snorts at the thought.

The winds rustle her light silver mane, showing off her elegant neck and making her appear much older. She picks up a brisk trot, the lightness of it so classic for a Thoroughbred. Her slender limbs seem to dance across the gently sloped terrain; this was the first time in a while that she simply felt like moving.

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Neck arched, the mare followed behind her, hooves pounding the earth in a rhythmic beat. (NT) Wraith 07:09:12 10/01/02 Tue