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Date Posted: 19:46:49 09/06/01 Thu
Author: :^:Diablo's Red Wind:^:
Subject: :^: Curious :^:
In reply to: Johira 's message, "-jubilation-" on 09:30:30 09/04/01 Tue

:^: Golden hued yearling eyes the newcomer with a sense of curiousity, dark spheres flashing in thought. Not many dared stand up to his father in such a way, but he was not about to praise her for it. It has mearly incressed his unquenchable curiousity. Giving a snort, crimson vissage is tossed skywards, sharp whinney emitted for really no reason at all. Bounding a short distance off he kicks up his heels playfully, wheeling around when then return to solid ground, gaze locking onto the mare. Head cocking to the side he watches her carefully for a moment before turning away, buring his nose in the lush foliage, ivories ripping at the emerald grass. A look of distaste crosses his expression and he lifts his head, shaking it lightly. He still had not gotten quite used to the taste of the stuff, and, not really all that hungry, he turns attention to a butterfly that had just landed on his dial. Eyes cross as he attempts to get a good look at the creature and he attempts to hold perfectly still. But as it's wings tickle his muzzle he tosses his head again, causing it to flutter away, pausing only a second or to to watch it leave before attention is turned to something else. :^:

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