| Subject: *She laughs at mare, and snorts, she looks over at her brother, eyes dancing.* "Maybe you should make a quarrell with her." *She chuckles and watches the mare retreat like a coward. She looks over to True Star eyes flashing, happy with his actions towards the 'light' mare.* |
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Sweet Deceit
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Date Posted: 17:23:33 06/08/02 Sat
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In reply to:
Juliet's Heaven
's message, "*turns*" on 18:35:35 06/07/02 Fri
>Eyes briefly flicker at True Star's words, something
>of grief, sympathy, and heartache, wrapped in one,
>passes across golden visage, then is gone.
>
>"You may say good riddance. I only say good luck.
>Once more, I bid you farewell. I hope our next meeting
>is on more friendly terms."
>
>She turns, prepared to leave, when Dark stallion nips
>hide harshly. She stamps a hoof, and spins back
>quickly, snapping teeth.
>
>"I do not fear you, stallion. I only place my trust
>in things for which I have found certain. I have no
>quarrel with you, nor any other Dark. I came only to
>speak to True Star, not to stir up quarrels. "
>
>Tail flicks about golden haunches, ears pinned back
>slightly, she steps past the stallion, and canters out.
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