=|==> Lone warrior, a traveler, has found something to behold . . . -- Barsaat

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Date Posted: 08:40:24 06/15/02 Sat
Author: Valkyrie
Author Host/IP: 64.12.101.153
Subject: =|==> Lone warrior, a traveler, has found something to behold . . .
In reply to: }-treasure-{ 's message, "Feather Of Halcyon" on 00:33:57 02/12/02 Tue

She-beast ent'reth terra, hoofbeats light 'pon th' tract. Dark orbs search th' land f'r anything 'f interest. Ahh! Here: a golden feather seen. Aie, here is something t' behold! Gently she seeks t' grasp it in 'er teeth, forgetting th' two stones already held there. Both fall t' the ground, 's ivories close 'round braid o' vines. Light bulb! An idea has come t' her. Dropping this also, femora uses forehoof t' gently tap stones o'er t' braid o' vines. Next she somehow manages t' embed both into th' braid, and soon they are both held tightly within th' weave. Snort of frustration. Th' braid is too short t' go 'bout her neck! Vine is found, and laced through both ends o' th' braid. Both ends dipped n' maple sap, 'nd allowed t' dry. This shall ensure that 't shall not come loose. Visage put b'neath th' vine, 'nd tossed. Feather of Halcyon settles 'round her neck. Triumphant, femora trots out o' th' terra.

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