Date Posted:11:15:50 05/28/03 Wed Author: Kamani Subject: Bittersweet In reply to:
Libra
's message, "-equality-" on 13:01:11 05/27/03 Tue
The bright little mare's nip brings him part of the way back to his senses and he responds with a tender nuzzle then pauses, meeting her eyes with mixed emotions as he explains in a low tone, "This is Infinite Valley, Myst. My sire used to own it..." He finishes very quietly. "It's where I was raised."
Then he casts a gaze that is soft but raw with pain down onto the filly, whickering a quiet greeting. "My name is Kamani," he says simply and without frills. My home... No. It's not my home, not any more. But this is a thought without regret or bitterness, just a taint of loss.
