Verdant green eyes seem to twinkle, a slightly sly look in them. "Aye, I love a good ride. Perhaps it will indulge our tastes later." She tilted her head to the side, as if searching his eyes. "'Tis good to remain partly child, Milord. yes, I shall meet you out front." She turned, jogging down the aisle to where Celtic was stabled...[inside for anyone who cares...lol] -- crossroads

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Subject: Verdant green eyes seem to twinkle, a slightly sly look in them. "Aye, I love a good ride. Perhaps it will indulge our tastes later." She tilted her head to the side, as if searching his eyes. "'Tis good to remain partly child, Milord. yes, I shall meet you out front." She turned, jogging down the aisle to where Celtic was stabled...[inside for anyone who cares...lol]

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Date Posted: 16:59:54 05/22/01 Tue
In reply to: Lord Bowdyn 's message, ""It sounds lovely Milady. Shall I meet you out front?" He tilts his eyes downward so he could stare into hers more easily. "Althought, I am more keen on the rain streaked skys upon our backs as we ride, but I suppose that is the attitude of any man with a boys spirit."" on 15:41:02 05/22/01 Tue

She opened the stall door, letting the Friesian trot out on his own. Obedience taught him to move to the centre, neck arched. The only command the warrior had to shout out was for him to stand. He shook his head and snorted, but stood.

Within minutes the ebon was brushed and tacked, led down the aisle towards the front. Mounting the figity warhorse, the maiden clucked once - and they were off, to meet Victor...

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