Subject: Silently, and off to the side, the lone mare stands. While words fade in and out as they carry to her ears, her mind does the same, with trickles of thoughts running where often the banks are nearly overflowed. She knows not what to think- of Gangsta: Where had he gone, why had he, and what was she to do about it? Of Shadow- she hadn't been fond of him, but she hadn't had any reason to dislike him, as she'd never met him personally. All she had to go by was the anger that he might challenge for Risk's TT, and...well, that was but one incident. She felt distanced from the rest of the herd, afraid she was alone on her views of it. Of the conversation between Eve, Risk, and Death- They spoke of her, and of Dusk, she knew, and at that she felt awkward. The queen herself, well...she would always love her son, and she wasn't certain how she might recieve her... >>> |
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Date Posted: 13:58:37 12/10/01 Mon
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That was the reason she'd retreated thus far into the shadows, so weary with thought that she'd resolved not to think of anything at all... And so here she stood, silent and gazing out upon the lands, hearing all and yet hearing nothing...
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