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Date Posted: 21:59:54 05/26/03 Mon
Author: Myst
Subject: {*Mistress of the Sea*}
In reply to: X 's message, "~There is no triumph without honor~" on 14:22:28 05/26/03 Mon

Close at the thoughtful stallion's heels is a small mare; her bright eyes of polished bronze fastened with persevering patience on her beloved. Though common grief had played with her soul at one time or another, her hooves are lifted lightly, though placed silently, and her head is held at almost a rakish angle. She follows him as if she doesn't want to be seen just yet, darting quickly from his sight as quickly as she sees his head move, the self-imposed game sending laughter rippling through her mind.

However, the game cannot blind her to the actions or demeanor of the stallion, and although she worries, a slight smile remains persistently in her gaze. She has not yet become used to his occasional lapses of grieving, and probably never will, but she can understand it, and she can bear it...for a while.

Suddenly she moves swiftly around his right side, slipping her muzzle along his neck to nip just below his ear. "Kamani," she murmurs softly, the subtle tones drifting leisurely throughout her voice. "What is this place?"

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