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Subject: -Smiles- Author: Tia Mendoza [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 07:24:56 08/22/01 Wed In reply to: Nassor 's message, "***Out of complete lonliness, the young colt approached the woman, no concern of her intentions... He muzzled his nose into her side and whuffed, whinnying to her his sadness***" on 17:44:02 08/21/01 Tue She smiles gently, stroking the colt, her hands kind. One hand scratching him behind the ear. Come now, lets get you to another stall and i'll get you a meal. Opening the door and holding his head gently but firmly she leads him to a stall a little ways down the isle, all the while murmuring reasuringly. Once he is inside the new stall She hurries to the kitchens of the Tor. Returning a few moments later with a bottle of warmed milk. Crouching inside the stall she holds the bottle and waits for the colt to come to her. Its not your mother's milk but it will feed you almost as well, its nice and sweet too. She murmurs to the colt, having been raised on a horse farm in Spain and had beentaught to talk to the horse to calm them. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date ***With a despirited look back towards his mother's stall, he looked back at the gentle soul before him, walked over, and nosed at the bottle a moment. Once aware of what it was and what it contained, he took hold in a heartbeat and drank it quickly, flicking ears and tail excitedly*** (NT) Nassor 12:16:51 08/23/01 Thu Holding the bottle in one hand she strokes the colt's neck gently, a smile resting 'pon soft features. -- Tia Mendoza, 10:54:28 08/24/01 Fri ***He polished off the entire bottle quickly, then inquired of the generous soul before him... Inquisitive eyes take in her every feature and senses prod for any signs of danger*** (NT) -- Nassor, 14:28:51 08/24/01 Fri Honey lips curled upwards in soft smile she sets the now empty bottle on the ground. sitting idly she watches the colt, no sign of danger apparent. Single appendage extends to dtroke young equine gently "Your a pretty one arn't you now... She murmurs, looking him over with an expert eye. (NT) -- Tia, 11:43:36 08/28/01 Tue ***Ears pricked in full attention at her words, he stared at her with wide black eyes, his fine Arabian head tilted slightly... His tiny, flaring nostrils whuffed air from his tiny lungs, only to consume more with an inhale. A snort escaped his tiny dark body and he flinched at her touch, but calmed when no pain followed...*** (NT) -- Nassor, 14:58:44 08/28/01 Tue Rising slowly she smiles softly "I shall be back later, I promise..." She gives him one last stroke before slipping out the door and starting down the isle, empty bottle in hand. (NT) -- Tia, 18:43:09 08/31/01 Fri