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Subject: Re: A Flight of Fantasy

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Mike / Evan

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Date Posted: 16:32:38 10/23/03 Thu
In reply to: Shakira 's message, "Re: A Flight of Fantasy" on 15:22:25 10/23/03 Thu

Michael slowed the mare and gave the elf a long, appraising look. The little creature was looking at him with eyes entreating and hopeful, and the boy realized with a start that this was his mission - he was in charge. He took a deep breath, savoring the sensation.

"Yes - that is a good idea," he said. "Here, take as much as you can carry...it's a cold night, they'll be needing the blankets, so take those first. The food can be sent up in the morning."

::I'll go with you,:: Evan said suddenly. Startled, Michael nodded nonetheless.

"And Shakira - it is Shakira, right? Um, well...thank you." One corner of the young warrior's mouth twitched as though to smile, and he spurred the mare into the forest shadows.

::Come, let's fly!:: Evan spiraled up through the leaves and burst into the open night air, spreading his golden wings to the stars.

Michael slowed the mare to a walk as he came up beside the grey stallion that carried the Jellicle Nashota. "I return, Gabriel," he said. "The elf Shakira has taken a few blankets up to the pass; I have the rest of the supplies."

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