Subject: ( Entrance permitted? ) |
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Arvad
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Date Posted: 18:28:28 04/07/03 Mon
The colt ceases his long strides as he nears the waterfall, lowering his dial for a brief drink. As he drinks, his optics move curiously 'round the land that meets his sight. He is surprised, and even a bit disgruntled, to see that this territory is far more active than any of the territories in the Evil lands. Stepping from the water, he stretches his legs as he thinks. The other land, Paradise Isle, had also been relatively active. Where does the difference lay? Is it because of the different beliefs the horses of the Light lands and the Evil lands harbor, is it because there are more Light horses than Evil...? No, he doesn't think the latter to be true. At least, not true to the extent that there is a very significant difference in number.
He sighs, a hind hoof rested at an angle. Basically, he feels, he is getting nowhere. He has met other foals like himself, an adult or two, but none have yet said anything of help. He doubts this place will produce new results, but he remains because he is, after all, already here. Time to meet the residents.
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