Later, her eyes drift open, and she slowly lifts her dusty muzzle... -- Foal's Playground

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Subject: Later, her eyes drift open, and she slowly lifts her dusty muzzle...

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Cobweb

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Date Posted: 11:22:24 08/26/01 Sun
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In reply to: Cobweb 's message, "She steps in, eyes darting suspiciously about..." on 22:10:25 08/24/01 Fri

She yawns, further awakening herself, then climbs to her feet quickly. She shakes, sending a light dust cloud flying from her rippling coat. Her ears remain in a nuetral position, but pin when she remembers the situation she faces.

Heart heavy, she realizes she cannot deal with this turmoil, and that she will belong to no stallion. In time, perhaps one might win her favor, but she was in no rush, as she'd been as a young filly, rash and naive. Her love would be hard to win, if at all possible...

She snorts, ducking her head, then lifts it again to examine the surrounding area. Soon enough she would be too old to return here, to her place of comforting barrenness...

She glances in the direction of Graveyard pass, but makes no move to return. Not yet, but soon. She was still settling into her decision, coming to peace with herself on that one...

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She turns in another direction, walking silently out...	Cobweb	11:23:49 08/26/01 Sun