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Date Posted: 17:48:57 05/08/02 Wed
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Silent, she slips into the terra, moving quietly 'pon the tract, until deserted area is found. A large fallen oak nearby is seen; hooves o' silver carry winged femora forth, and with a quick leap, she is atop it. Femme assumes her favored poise: hind legs 'neath her, and forelegs extended forthwards, supporting much of her weight. The poise is much akin to a reining horse, sliding, although she remains unmoving. Lids close o'er orbs o' depthless black, they which give nothing away about she; strange, their expressionlessness, yet not evil. She, after all, is a silverblood from Silver Coppice. Evil? Not she.
Wings lazily fan femora o' benign hue, as with her inner eyes, she surveys her surroundings. Grass glitters em'rald, the magic o' th' plant. Sparrow alights 'pon nearby branch, a winged figure blazing the color o' fire. Vi'lets are scattered 'mong the vegetation, their stems the em'rald akin to th' grass, whereas petals 're glimm'ring w'th amethyst. Daffodils, their stems the same, and petals shine yellow. Each flower 'tis the same stem, and yet petals 're their normal color, brightened, glimm'ring. The leaves on every tree shine th' same em'rald as the grass, yet the branches and trunk sparkle bronze. The blossoms 'pon a nearby appletree blaze pastel pink; those 'f a crabapple tree, th' same. Looking 't her forelegs, th' femme sees they shine a brill'ant silver. All this, 'tis no s'prise, for she has done this b'fore. Reaching out w'th silver o' her magic, she calls t' her a squirrel, and in her magical vision he blazes fire-colored. When he comes, they two have a wond'rous conversation 'bout much th't has gone on - mentally, of course, for they could not otherwise, and 'tis Bayda's preferred type o' communication. O' course, from his relatives in Coppice, the squirrel has heard of Farhan's storming off, and of Azale's earlier departure - with Antar's blessing. ¿He came storming through and he was glowing and it was SCARY!• the squirrel complains. Bayda smiles and begins to reply, then with a jolt notices the time. Bidding goodbye to the squirrel, she op'ns ord'nary orbs, leaps up, trots off the log, and exits the terra, returning to Coppice.
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