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Duke Gregory Hunt
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Date Posted: 20:23:38 11/25/01 Sun
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Corthan....I am forever seeking....for what I look, I know not, but still I seek
's message, " *and to you, M'Lord >>>" on 14:53:35 11/25/01 Sun
Almost as an afterthough, the man turns, dark eyes flicked to Catalina. A small curve tugs at his lips, neutrally guarded features giving way into a slight smile. Almost as a father would to a child. Warm gaze briefly rests on Corthan, not condescending nor reprimanding. He too, as were many, were educated and raised into the knowledge that all were equal and to be respected. Duke drops the reins, the beast, silver head cocked back to the girl and stable hand, whickers, but stays as told. The man bows slightly, but only slightly, twinkle in soft mahogan eyes. "Duke Gregory Hunt, though I would be obliged to be called Gregory. And who do I have the pleasure of addressing? Both of you?" Eyebrow raises at the proposition of the girl riding the one dubbed Glory. "Perhaps," he stated, thoughtful gaze turned from the girl and boy to the horse, then back again. "This Glory would not be fit. I know not who owns this beast, but be that as it may, a shorter horse might be commandeered. I believe my valet's steed is in yon stall," he indicates a chestnut mare, "She may be ridden. It is my opinion, take it or not, mademoiselle." He smiles, a slight wink.
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