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Subject: +aging bay mare stands atop distant rise, eyes turned toward the dark peaks in the distance+ Author: Sundancer [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 17:32:16 05/27/02 Mon Author Host/IP: dial-46.r4.ncreed.infoave.net/64.53.8.56 It was something she had done for many years. Gazing at the dark mountain peaks in the distance, she stood, silent and still. He had gone there, had almost returned to the Light, but something kept him away. She waited, day after day, year after year, hoping for his return. She knew not whether he had left the land for good, or whether he had died in battle, or simply had forgotten all about her. But she had not forgotten about him. Triumph was his name, and though many frowned upon her love for the ebon stallion, she knew, inside, he was good at heart, and she would not forget him, though all the ages pass. Age was catching up as grey hairs slowly spread across velvet muzzle, but nothing had, nor would, stop her from climbing the rise each day, and waiting...nothing save death. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]