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Subject: Newcomer Author: Star in the Sky [SITS] [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 12:37:23 05/25/03 Sun Th' russet mare enters into th' terrain, amber eyes making a ritualistic sweep o' the terrain. He eyes do not come in contact with many other equine forms. She shifts her weight dully, gaze moving from the land 'round her too twin peds an' the ground. She wondered vaguely if this would be home, for it felt as such. Stain'd enamels nip at frugal blades when pate is lower'd to th' ground. The grass... it tastes fine. Of course it does silly, she prods to herself, emitt'ng a light chuckle. Many seconds pass and the fae begins to concern herself w'th trivial things. What if's. What if she is not accepted? What if there are only a few lone straggling equines here? What if the matre'd or virile is not kind and just? Questions fly through her mind unchecked, and a nervous gulp is nearly audible. ...Allo?... She queries helplessly, her vocals are tainted heavily with a heavenly french accent. She blinks slowely, amber eyes framed by soft lashes are no curious. Instant curvature of lips reveals a small smile. No need to be scared, she told herself. And she knew. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date .: one last run :. Daylite 15:05:19 05/25/03 Sun hai -- SITS, 18:37:35 05/25/03 Sun .: one last run :. -- Daylite, 21:01:57 05/25/03 Sun Eh, far far away? -- SITS, 15:22:06 05/26/03 Mon hehehe -- Daylite, 18:38:28 05/26/03 Mon Ooh -- SITS, 18:43:52 05/26/03 Mon .: one last run :. -- Daylite, 07:25:19 05/27/03 Tue Hallo dearie -- SITS, 19:26:04 05/27/03 Tue [ this is your song ] -- Daybreak Star, 10:23:02 05/29/03 Thu 'ow cute! -- SITS, 15:27:49 05/30/03 Fri .: one last run :. -- Daylite, 19:07:47 05/30/03 Fri oh dear -- SITS, 19:45:11 06/05/03 Thu