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Subject: * A young brunette moves swiftly through the stable doors*

Author:
Hope McRiley

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Date Posted: 14:07:25 07/08/01 Sun

*Her emerald colored attire has been drenched by the downpour of rain just outside the open stable doors. Two horses, one a tall black Fresian stallion, the other a dainty arab mare, follow on chain leads. A piece of tapestry lays across the dainty mare's back, gently laced to her with fine threaded fastens. Jewels are twined into the fabric, glinting with the warm glowing light of the area. The halters are made of fine leather studed with clasps and decorite pieces of silver. Two sterling silver chains aid the girl to controling her steeds, as she leads them to two empty stalls near the back of the stables. She takes the fine tack and places it into a finely crafted wooden box outside the door to the two stalls, then she sits upon the box, eyes darting over the stable. She brushes back her long, drenched brunette hair and pulls out her silver flute, playing a soft sad tune to her horses, lulling them into a calmer state, and drowning out the sounds of the thunder, so frightening to many a fine steed.*

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* She stops the music and exits back to the Tor* (NT)	Hope	06:40:32 07/17/01 Tue