*Simple and Plain* -- Paradise Isle

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Date Posted: 12:05:02 02/14/04 Sat
Author: Cole
Subject: *Simple and Plain*
In reply to: Death...now Swift 's message, "xXx b r o k e n xXx" on 03:14:20 02/08/04 Sun

*A sympathetic wince tugged at his labrums, elicited by her painful rise to a vertical position. The stallion found himself compelled to touch her gently with his mug in order to determine if she was alright. He resisted this impulse, settling instead for a gentle smile and a concerned gaze*

Everything working properly? *he asked. Then, her dubbance was given, a new tidbit for his mind to mull over*

Well Swift, I daresay it's a pleasure to meet you, the circumstances notwithstanding *His attic bobbed once, as if to affirm the words he had just spoken. The affiliation she had been born into was of no concern to him, nor was her present choice of side. The fae was interesting to him in ways that transcended the label of Light or Dark. Gingerly, he began to take steps in order to begin their scheduled walk. His pace was unhurried, hindered so that the sylph at his side might gradually adjust after her sabbatical from motion. Obsidian orbs cast surreptitious glances from beneath his dense forelock, his tongue stilled in anticipation of the story she had expressed interest in telling*

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