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Date Posted: 18:58:38 04/22/03 Tue
Author: Cymbra
Subject: *Touching her muzzle gently to his, she smiled serenely*
In reply to: Cole 's message, "*Watching her go, he sighed again. Her heart was beyond his control, he was where he belonged*" on 18:47:01 04/22/03 Tue

*Her shadowed gaze followed the mare's second exit, her worry about her daughters creeping up in her mind. Misa was headstrong and quick-tempered, and Ciri... ah, her baby. Ciri seemed to hate her with a passion, a fact that pained her mother greatly. She had failed as a mother, and left Ciri with the impression that she didn't care, when the exact opposite was true. Cymbra wished for nothing more than to run to her youngest daughter and pour out all the love that she had been denied during her absence, yet something held her back. Fear. Fear that Ciri would reject her love and take off again for places unknown. Moving her head to lip at her mate's neck, she froze, her gaze lighting on her baby. Tension radiated off the filly in almost tangible waves. Hesitantly, eyes and heart full of hope, she took a step away from Cole and towards her daughter, wanting nothing more than to make things right and make her family happy again. Her throat felt bone dry, yet she managed to whisper,*

...My baby...

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