Date Posted:18:42:08 12/14/03 Sun Author: FF99FF> S w e e t M y s t e r y Subject: A M y s t e r y O f U n t o l d S w e e t n e s s In reply to:
Impurity
's message, "Different" on 18:28:54 12/14/03 Sun
S w e e t M y s t e r y
Though his silence was not truly understood, she nods. She breaths in his scent, questions whirled through her head. Some where sad, and would not be passed onto him. But some she would interrogate him with. She did not want to use his dubbing, for it seemed an insult. Child...Are you here for you have no sire nor dam? she asked. She tosses her head at the other mare who had come to Impurity.
