The elderly painted mare gallops in, Star following. She stops and looks around, then sees the other paint mare. Her eyes widen and nostrils flare, trying to catch her scent. There is the smell of humans, dogs, domestic horses, leather, but deep below all of it, something very familiar. She rushes over, tears in her eyes, and nuzzles her daughter. "Dream, you're all right! Oh, we were so worried...it nearly killed us when they took you." -- Willow Grove

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Date Posted: 11:13:38 06/18/01 Mon
Author: Apache's Wind Whisperer
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Subject: The elderly painted mare gallops in, Star following. She stops and looks around, then sees the other paint mare. Her eyes widen and nostrils flare, trying to catch her scent. There is the smell of humans, dogs, domestic horses, leather, but deep below all of it, something very familiar. She rushes over, tears in her eyes, and nuzzles her daughter. "Dream, you're all right! Oh, we were so worried...it nearly killed us when they took you."

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The younger mare looks at her, unsure of who this is. A faint memory stirs at the scent, but she still can hardly grasp it. "Mother?" she whispers, disbelieving. "No, mother lived far from here. Who are you?" (NT) -- Apache's Dream Speaker, 11:15:29 06/18/01 Mon
The younger mare looks at her, unsure of who this is. A faint memory stirs at the scent, but she still can hardly grasp it. "Mother?" she whispers, disbelieving. "No, mother lived far from here. Who are you?" (NT) -- Apache's Dream Speaker, 11:16:30 06/18/01 Mon
- She nuzzles her again. "I am you mother, Dream Child. We had to move." (NT) -- Apache, 11:18:12 06/18/01 Mon
  - At the sound of her old nickname, she suddenly remembers. This is his mother. Tears stream down her cheeks and she nuzzles her back. "Oh, mother, I missed you so much!" (NT) -- Apache's Dream Speaker, 11:20:06 06/18/01 Mon
    - *watches the reunion quietly* (NT) -- Shadowfax, 14:14:28 06/18/01 Mon
      - She nuzzles her daughter. "Dear, Shadowfax is going to help you." (NT) -- Apache, 10:04:02 06/19/01 Tue
        She snorts softly. "Ok..." (NT) -- Apache's Dream Speaker, 12:07:45 06/19/01 Tue