She leads Syno to her room, a deep blanket of mist covering the halls. -- The Spring...Battling Brethren Ahead

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Subject: She leads Syno to her room, a deep blanket of mist covering the halls.

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Alancha

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Date Posted: 11:48:28 06/15/01 Fri

"Syno, do you mind? I can't see that well and my hair." She threads her fingers through her now frizzy hair. He rubs his muzzle against her face. "Love you to, Syno..." She stares at the fogged mirror, a faint ghost-like image of herself visible. "Do you know where a cloth is?" Alancha skims her hands across the shelves.

A creamy lavander fabric hung from his mouth as he nudges her. "What is it...oh, thanks a bunch." She gently tugs on it until he releases from his hold.

After cleansing the mirror of the fog, she places her hands at the base of her neck, lifting her plantium blonde hair. Removing one hand, so she could grab at the various clips and brushes, she fiddles with the silky strands, plopping them in strange places.

She shrieks in delight, as Syno burries his muzzle in her mess of hair. "I know you would love to fool around with mine, like I've done to yours." She fingers through his mane. "Want me to arrange it in braids with little ribbons? You'd look so cute." He shakes his head fiercely. "All right, but let me fix mine then." She decides to pull only the top in a ponytail, letting it hang in a loose braid down her back.

Syno snorts, impatient with the enclosure in the room. "All right, let's take a walk outside then." She climbs onto his bare back. "Let's go." Slowly, they trot outside.

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