The egyptian beauty approaches the stable and hears the pitiful whinny... -- crossroads

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Subject: The egyptian beauty approaches the stable and hears the pitiful whinny...

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High Priestess Tahirah
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Date Posted: 13:45:42 05/16/01 Wed
In reply to: Unnamed Mare and Foal 's message, "**At last, the exhaustion too much, the mare fell to her knees, then collapsed on her side. She whinnied pitifully, praying someone would hear her plea. Help me... Her foal watched in confusion and layed down beside her, strecthing his arabian head across her slender neck, resting it atop her sculpted, wounded shoulder...**" on 12:50:19 05/15/01 Tue

She follows the sound to the stall, seeing the fallen mare. She shakes her head and moves to the feed room grabbing a bucket with water and some rags and bandages. She returns to the mare's side and shakes her head again, mumbling some in Egyptian. She gently dabs the wounds with a wet rag and then tries to get mare to stand so that the wound could be wrapped and bandaged.

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**Because of her total exhaustion, the mare couldn't fight this creature she has always feared... People had worked her own mother to death and left her, a tiny foal, to fend for herself... But for her foals sake, she must heal, so she mustered any strength she had left and rose shakily to her weakened feet, nickering uncertainly... The foal stood closely by his mother's side** (NT) Unnamed Mare and Foal 17:20:57 05/18/01 Fri

She smiled... -- High Priestess Tahirah, 18:21:25 05/20/01 Sun

**She eyed the mash suspiciously and smelled it with her well-trained nose. No poison or trickery had passed her defenses yet, and she detected nothing ill in the food, so she plunged her nose in and devoured it hungrily while her foal suckled at her side...** (NT) -- Unnamed Mare and Foal, 18:44:36 05/20/01 Sun

She talked in Egyptian, her words flowing eloquently.. ((Translation: Beautiful free spirit, how could anyone do this to you..)) (NT) -- High Priestess Tahirah, 16:52:29 05/21/01 Mon

**she nickered in a simple reply, polishing off the mash and bringing her weak head up to study the Egyptian woman, staring at her with exquisite black eyes....** (NT) -- U M & F, 18:38:36 05/21/01 Mon

She smiles and reaches out a hand to the mare,"You need a name, as does your son..." She thought for a moment, "You shall be called Mandisa for you are truly sweet. And your colt...Nassor, meaning victor for he shall be victorious in his life.." She ceased her speach,"Does your names please you?" (NT) -- Tahirah, 19:47:29 05/23/01 Wed