<font color=bronze><i>: Cantering over every ince of his home, the colt stops and turns to admire his handywork and also to catch his breath, for his home was bigger than he had thought. Smiling at the sight of the tender blades of grass that now covered the region, Twi bobs his head happily. Resting for a few moments more, he then circles the territory at a steady trot, a gold light surrounding him and spreading across the ground with each step. : Inside : --

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Date Posted: 09:18:14 02/27/01 Tue
Author: Twi
Subject: : Cantering over every ince of his home, the colt stops and turns to admire his handywork and also to catch his breath, for his home was bigger than he had thought. Smiling at the sight of the tender blades of grass that now covered the region, Twi bobs his head happily. Resting for a few moments more, he then circles the territory at a steady trot, a gold light surrounding him and spreading across the ground with each step. : Inside :
In reply to: Fire 's message, "* Pausing for but a moment, Fire sees that Twi was taking care of the grass and Goldy the flowers. Giving a slight bob of his head, the steed concentrates a bit harder and begins working on making trees grow. *" on 09:10:30 02/27/01 Tue

: Small bushes start to appear in his wake. Then gazing about, he begins clearing the area of dead, burned trees by lowering his horn towards them. A ray of silver-red light shoots from his horn, hitting the trees and sending them flying out of the way. :

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