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Date Posted: 20:16:57 04/12/03 Sat
Author: .owen.
Subject: .doing.the.thing.you.love.
In reply to: erica 's message, "..-lessons learned years past.. guess they really didn't last-.." on 01:35:26 04/12/03 Sat

Probably without her knowing, Owen had followed Erica. Something about the way she had spoken to him later on in the day had sort of worried him, and he had felt the need to dig up the source of that worry. The stables... How could he not have known she'd flee here? Erica loved these stables -- even if she found it hard to admit it these days... Even Owen could see that being around these stables was the only thing that could brighten one of Erica's rare, dark moods. Coming close to one of the fences that closed off the feild from the road, Owen draped his arms 'cross it and leaned forward. The sun was blindingly bright today, and Owen had to squint that set of humble brown eyes to even see where Erica and her trusty steed were going. Finally, he lifted a hand to his brow to sheild the sun, and finally spotted her; blonde hair dancing 'long with the wind at an alarming speed. After having seen that, his mood proved to lift -- the worry trying to shed itself... At least she was doing something she loved, even if it could never include him. Owen and horses... well, they just didn't get along.

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Replies:

.the thing I love. -- Erica, 20:22:43 04/12/03 Sat
- .tears.and.fears. -- .owen., 20:33:55 04/12/03 Sat
  - .they aren't here.. -- Erica, 20:40:10 04/12/03 Sat
    - .casper.?. -- .owen., 20:52:41 04/12/03 Sat
      - yeah.. sure, they can be like casper. -- Erica, 21:00:24 04/12/03 Sat
        .i.no.like.you. -- .owen., 21:22:30 04/12/03 Sat
        .aww.. -- Erica, 21:28:42 04/12/03 Sat
        .ugh.horse.ugh. -- .owen., 23:25:26 04/12/03 Sat
        my horsie rules. -- Erica, 23:46:41 04/12/03 Sat
        .you.rule.not.the.horse. -- .owen., 20:08:51 04/13/03 Sun
        150% of the time.. -- Erica, 03:23:18 04/14/03 Mon
        .nothing.to.say. -- .owen., 04:15:46 04/14/03 Mon
        change of subject -- Erica, 04:37:27 04/14/03 Mon