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Subject: -glance-

Author:
Mirage

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Date Posted: 11:51:09 08/02/02 Fri
Author Host/IP: strd-p1b-93.lakefield.net/206.40.121.5
In reply to: Grace 's message, "~Whickers~" on 11:04:59 08/02/02 Fri

-the stallion looked trustworthy enough, but he was a stranger. Auds flick back a notch on their own accord. Pools search for the one who had been sent to get his family, patience wearing thin. "I don't need a healer. See to my family..." Voice trails off as memories swamp him.

He had been coming home, keeping his word to his mother. He saw the truck, and heard the men's laughter. They spoke of a stallion they had killed near the cliffs. He had run as if the devil himself chased after, going directly for the Scarplands, but no sign of any could be seen, 'cept for the hoof prints leading away. Scents were nonexistent. Trying to find out more, he had stumbled on a ledge, his right forelimb getting caught in a crevice in the rock. After tugging and pulling for hours he had freed himself, and started the trip to his home territory. Now he was so close, and yet so far. He could not make the journey himself. The healer was here, instead of there, where his father might need him. The man's description rang clear in his mind. He knew in his heart his father had been the one to take the fall.

Dry whicker 'scapes his lips. Bod turns to give full attention to the healer. "Find the one called Miraz, residing in Desert Oasis. He might be in worse shape than I."-

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Subject	Author	Date
=uncertain=	Istari	19:17:59 08/03/02 Sat
-relief- -- Mirage, 06:15:57 08/04/02 Sun