:::Steel grey yearling watches, inquistivly. She steps forth, eyes lock upon the mare. She turns away and seemingly vanishes into the dark::: -- Graveyard Pass

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Subject: :::Steel grey yearling watches, inquistivly. She steps forth, eyes lock upon the mare. She turns away and seemingly vanishes into the dark:::

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Ameera
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Date Posted: 12:18:11 01/09/02 Wed
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In reply to: Cobweb 's message, "She nods slightly as he approaches, then her face darkens when she recalls he cannot see her. Almost awkwardly, she too reaches out and brushes him with her velvet muzzle, its warmth defying her act of complete coldness to the world. When she sees him begin to move away even quicker than he'd come, she quickly realizes he must be ashamed, and after a fraction of a second of hesitation, she reaches out to pull gently at the base of his mane to draw his attention. "No, please do not feel like this about me. I'm...perhaps not what you may think, if that is what you do think..." With no more words and finding herself in a verbal-dead end, she falls silent, awaiting his reply." on 19:26:35 01/08/02 Tue

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She turns her head with a countenance of question, for the filly had seemed to have an intent, but vanished so instead... She stares at where the filly had just been for a while, then lightly tosses her head as she turns to face off in the direction she had before. (NT) Cobweb 05:44:11 01/12/02 Sat