Date Posted:13:17:00 01/13/02 Sun Author: Sandstorm Subject: *Entrance*
*Copper femme enters, long lines of Arabian decent showing in smooth gait. Dark orbs look around the lands, set deep in delicately scu7lpted dial. Lobes lie erect upon crown, and tresses dance upon crest as femme shifts upon slender pistons. She whistles softly for stallion. He had proved his worth, and was obviously persistant. This would be a good home. She wonders about the position of lead mare. Would he choose, or cold it be claimed?*
