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Date Posted: 16:35:33 02/10/02 Sun
Author: CT and Fire Light
Subject: (...The mare turns, and gallops off, not to be seen again, as she realizes she was wrong. In her wake stands a small foal...)
In reply to: {Myah} 's message, " {...Gentle Rebuke...}" on 15:54:03 02/10/02 Sun

(...The small foal has the eyes of her mother, with fire and spirit. She knows not what to do -- her mother had told her of the fear she felt and was letting that get to her as she had spoken those final words. Now her mother had run, and decided to give up her life. The filly lays down, wondering who was friends, who was enemys. Her mother had said somehting of Doll and Myah, but FIre Light had no idea who they were. The filly speaks only these words, then is silent, as she would remain, not knowing. The words are directed at Shy...) My mother was sorry for what she said, she was afraid for the life of me, her only child. Do not blame her or me for her fear and spite. (...The fillys orbs blaze with fire as she looks around, finally closing as she drifts off into sleep...)

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{...Confusion...}
-- {Myah}, 16:41:59 02/10/02 Sun
- (... The filly slowly gets up, noticing the vixen's gaze...)
  -- Fire Light, 16:51:51 02/10/02 Sun
  - {...Approaches...} -- {Myah}, 16:57:49 02/10/02 Sun
    (...Stands tall, her mothers stubborness in her...) -- Fire Light, 17:07:43 02/10/02 Sun
    She eyes the filly, not unkindly. -- Daughter of Light, 17:46:48 02/10/02 Sun
    (... The filly goes to the mare, and nuzzles her...) -- Fire Light, 18:44:47 02/10/02 Sun
    She smiles comfortingly. -- Doll, 14:43:16 02/11/02 Mon
    {...Slight amusment...} -- {Myah}, 15:13:20 02/11/02 Mon
    (...The filly looks to the mares...) -- Fire Light, 17:17:03 02/11/02 Mon
    The palomino draws a shuddering sigh. -- Doll, 19:20:29 02/11/02 Mon
    .:snort:. -- ^R/\N/\ /\B|L/\ W|T^, 05:15:10 02/12/02 Tue
    {...Mild shock...} -- {Myah}, 06:04:56 02/12/02 Tue
    (...Shudders slightly...) -- Fire Light, 13:30:05 02/12/02 Tue