+ A young mare wanders into the veil'd land.... + -- Deven Verma

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Date Posted: 18:24:16 02/11/02 Mon
Author: Cimarron
Author Host/IP: 209.195.85.113
Subject: + A young mare wanders into the veil'd land.... +
In reply to: .:seek and ye shall find:. 's message, ".:Treasure:." on 16:42:28 02/09/02 Sat

+ As the sun rears its fiery head, the mist clears slowly, revealing something strange indeed....Glinting in the light of the perilous new dawn, it shimmers like nothing Cimarron had ever seen...Deep glinting copper, a jewel hidden among the tussocks that line a small pond... She takes a prudent step foreward, to be careful; unsure if it is a gleaming eye of some gigantic underground beast....Or a stone....Deep in awe, the young one stands, unsure if anybody is around to tell her what to do. Finally, she plucks up the courage to touch it with her nose, and feeling nothing virulent passing through her, she nudges it out of the grasses and onto a pile of thick moss beneath a weeping willow. Alertness is now in her every move, if another equine or beast were to come, she may have to hide the Devin Aileiran.... +

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[> ;Best not to Look; -- Chica d' Tortura, 11:57:20 06/23/02 Sun (205.188.199.56)

She-beast ent'reth th' terra, nadir ne'er pausing, carrying her evermore t'wards th' treasure. Strange, this; a copper sphere, lying 'pon th' terra. Probing, femora finds nothing outwardly different 'bout this marvel, yet its age 'nd obvious power draw femme fatale forth. Visage lowers, nudging treasure. Pausing. What's this? Vines, tangled together t' form a kind of net. Nudging treasure onto th' "net", she-beast grasps anoth'r vine in 'er teeth, somehow weaving it 'long th' edged of th' net, then holding th' ends up t' nearby mapletree, t' glue them together using th' sap. Somehow new necklace is affixed 'round neck. Setting off 't trot, she-beast exits th' terra.

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