<font face="Tempus Sans ITC" size=3 color=skyblue><i>.Agree.</i></font> -- Paradise Haven

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Date Posted: 18:43:02 06/08/01 Fri
Author: Downpour
Subject: .Agree.
In reply to: ::Arsenic:: 's message, "...query...." on 18:30:53 06/08/01 Fri

Femme of the Storm sighs in agreeance. Where was the fun in standing around, grazing all day? They had no masculinates to taunt and dominate, to battle with and chase off...what would they do all day? Femme trots forth toward Arsenic, entering her copse of trees. A long whinny is emitted, summoning the rest to come also. Yes, a meeting was certainly in order. Ah, but this would be a perfect place to train the little one in the ways of battle, with no distracting steeds watching or approaching, and none of the one dubbed 'The Mark' around, trying to catch a glimpse of 'his' daughter. But the filly needed examples, did she not? How, then, would they set an example for her, with no steeds around to taunt or chase off? Femme snorts. Her thoughts were flying everywhere, and she must sort them out. She lowers visage, cropping a few blades from the emrald green carpet, and awaiting the others.

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[> [> Kin of Downpour finally enters, tired from her journey -- Fire Dancer, 14:12:57 06/10/01 Sun

Weary from travelling to this 'haven', she lies down. She looks around. What? No, stallions? Ah, yes she remembers her kin, Femme of the Storm, telling her of this 'wonderous' place, free of steeds, always trying to push us into being claimed. Would she like it here? Would it be as hard to fit in her as it was in the Rose Garden? Yet, the mares in this herd were those of the same from the last, only, without those pushy steeds! Yes, she was beginning to like this, this calm, and peaceful 'paradise.' She was glad to be here. Rested, the femme stands. Her head high and proud, she rears and whinnies in dominance. This place was perfect. She stode around, looking for her half sister.

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