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Date Posted: 22:39:56 06/18/01 Mon
Author: Until We Meet Again
Subject: a m u s e m e n t

**The glistening bay equis allows herself a smile of... Well, something close to... Contempt. One beside herself seemed active, and that mare did not have a chance of getting in the main herd... How pathetic that the ones with chances did not come. But then again, perhaps they came at night. Who was she to judge them? But she still thought Celtic Mist ought to have a chance. Ah well, when she made it into a herd, she would ask others more experienced then her of such things. But if she wanted a nice herd, she would have to stay active. Not just mentaly, but physicaly. She rears, letting a loud, shrill scream escape her throat. As she paws the air, her cry reverberates through the valley. When the echoes die off, her hooves touch the ground once more, and she takes off like a shot, her smooth mucsels rippling under her pelt. The seemingly eternal glistening sheen came from such practises. She has a swift, smooth gait, her long legs not seeming to touch the ground, her obsidian hooves ringing through the acres of plain. She slows to a easy trot, then walks, then stops. She is once more in front of the small mountain stream. She delightedly stirs up the gritty sand at the bottom, then allows it to settle. She drinks deeply of the now clear water. It was good to share the mare's land with so few.**

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[> ~*Aproaches*~ -- Celtic Mist, 10:32:27 06/19/01 Tue

She approaches glad the mare thought she was good enough for the main herd. Smiles at her and gives a slight bow. *Thank you miss. Though you would be much better there then I!* Nods and turns to go.

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