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Date Posted: 18:48:51 11/27/01 Tue
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Corthan.....Forever seeking....for what I kow not, yet still I seek
's message, ">>>>" on 12:48:55 11/26/01 Mon
Brown-curled head inclines slowly, suave smile flickering 'pon careful features. He had a look to himself . . . pensive, one who would consider before acting, with reasoning but not late. Never late. Noble turns on his heel, slate-grey steed responding with a snort. The man mounts easily in a sweeping of wool and linen, cloak flared out behind the Andalusion horse. In this low stable the pair look gigantic, bulky steed and cat-like noble, dwarving the roof, though they fit underneath it's shelter. It was high enough.
Steed prances, hooves clattering on the ground. The Duke reins him sideways, smile still gracing tanned features. "Catalina de la Mor, welcome to Hogwen." To the stablehand, he nods towards the chestnut's gear. "Samson may help if you need it. The mare's tack is there. Take her out, and if you think it easier, leave her out in the paddocks. Take advantage; she may be ridden anytime." Grey is nudged forward, hooves striking with a metallic 'clink'. Soon beast departs from the doors, and his gait is quickened, rising to a canter. Gone . . .
[ chestnut mare whickers, ear twisted t'wards the girl, interest clearly shown. Beast stomps a hoof, obvious Spanish and English blood showing in the curvature of her reddish face. ]
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