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Have ye young with thee? This be the right place. This moor before ye be thy place for thy foals. They might go off on their own, or p'rhaps play with each other....n' yet thee might 'ave a watcher.... That watcher is Tess, as always, watchin' from 'er mountain. From thy top o' it, one can see all. Keepin' close watch on 'er beloved realm, thy queen stop at nothin' to keep it from harm...includin' to kill....
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Darkness -- Midnight Flame, 21:21:45 11/15/02 Fri
He trotted onto the moor, virtually invisible behind the early morning fog that swirled about him. He cast a watchful blue eye upon his filly, and smiled as she galloped happily about. 'Twas good to give her freedom and space...just checking on her. He turned and left as quickly and quietly as he had come.

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~{{{{firelight}}}}~ -- Flaming Sunrise, 12:54:46 11/10/02 Sun
firelight....

Lil' flicka, sired o' Midnight Flame, n' out o' Tess, deux-count unto playin' realm. 'er dam, as she knows, keeps at least one occuli 'pon 'er at all times. Mini fae speeds pace to quickened trois-count as dial tossed to misty skies. T'is the only time to play by 'erself for Tess will not leave 'er alone, for she is the heir. Horn blazes blue as squeal 'mitted through parted labrums n' four-count taken.

Gaze into the fire's eye....

Flaming Sunrise...

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