Her light gaze drifts from her work to glance out the stall.... -- Stables

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Subject: Her light gaze drifts from her work to glance out the stall....

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Kayla Loralei
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Date Posted: 08:27:27 06/13/01 Wed
In reply to: Dante Centuri 's message, "~The tall man walks into the stable, leading two horses in either hand, he places them apart from the other horses in seperate stalls, the mare one stall away from the stallion~" on 06:00:44 06/13/01 Wed

Its falls upon the new man. She smiles at him but turns her attention quickly to the fidgeting mare, a steady stream of words comes from her mouth to keep her calm, not really making sense, like a different language that only she and her horse know. Taking some ointment and leg wraps she works the mucsles of each leg then wraps it. Smiles and steps back to survey her work. The light chesnut coat gleams and the mare arches her neck perfectly, she was the picture of perfection, as she would have to be being a champion show horse. The mane is combed to silk and braided in many different braids then tied up along the crest of the neck. The tail mauch the same only one braid and wrapped tightly. Satisfied she moves to the next stall and begins the same routine on the gelding but leaving the mane and tail and not wrapping the legs. Quickly finished with him she strolls along the isle until she reaches the nervous steed. Just to be safe she slips a halter on him and brings him out to the cross ties. and starts on the coat, working on every detail, making sure he was perfect, no injuries, not a single cut to marr his beauty.

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Ebon steed snorts and lifts his head as high as the cross ties would allow, nares dilating to take in the scents of the new place. He whickers loudly as the scent of strange mares reaches him but stands still for his master. (NT) Diablo's Illousion 08:29:54 06/13/01 Wed