*Entrance* -- Crystal Blue Springs

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Date Posted: 15:58:33 05/21/01 Mon
Author: h y z e n f l a e
Subject: *Entrance*

*Hyzenflae approaches the territory in quietude...save the sound of her soft songs. She moves with the long sweep of her hindlegs and characteristic flat-footed walk of an Arabian. She exchanges glances with no one, although her eyes fall on the mare named Lilac Nightmare, however the title is unknown to her. Hyzenflae has nothing left to prove - she has battled fiercely in war, succeeded powerfully on the racetrack, and made herself a successful mother. Moghedian is gone, and when she accepted his disappearance, she vowed that some day she would see the desert again. And see it she will. But as the days had worn on, the approaching spring had nagged her to once again find a stallion. She knows drought - her eight years experience on the desert as a valiant war mare, indeed, her raising there taught her to eat locusts in times of need. The lack of water can be a blessing - it drives together thirsty horses, concentrating their numbers. Hyzenflae raises her head, turning her ears about slightly, then pricking them. She approaches the springs and drops her mahogany head of the finest craftsmanship to the water. She looks and is unafraid, but holds back from threatening those around her. She is there.*

(Credit for original photograph goes to Amiri Royal Stud of Bahrain, editing to A.J.)

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Replies:

*ahum* -- zodiac, 14:21:37 05/22/01 Tue
- *She blinks at him, incredulity on her face.* -- Witraz, 09:27:08 05/27/01 Sun
  - ((Did I mention that post was by Hyzenflae? Yeesh. I'm getting disorganized.)) (NT) -- Hyzenflae, 12:38:37 05/28/01 Mon
*Trots up to her*>> -- Zenith, 05:08:31 05/25/01 Fri