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Date Posted: 01:34:07 05/07/04 Fri
Author: Charisma.
Subject: Traveller's Rest.

At a paced walk, hands firmly grasped at the worn reins, Charisma wandered into the small clearing, leading her stallion, Zandan, behind her. Sixteen, a nomadic and not one to be messed with, Charisma was just one of these people who couldn't stay in one place for long. She had to explore & see new places. It was just her on-going life ambition. And so far, she'd travelled from San Francisco down to here, a forest somewhere in England. It was just a good thing her parents supported her travelling ambitions.
"Well, here we are, camp for the night." she muttered, more to herself than to the stallion, who snorted. The Paso Fino's coat was ungroomed but was no-where near un-fit or malnourished, from all the exercise he got. Though Zan would never turn down a treat of sugar, not if his life depended on it.
After setting up camp & changing, she mounted Zan, who'd already started sniffing out the good grass, and took off at a canter through the trees, soon flying across the open pastures in a chestnut blur. Even though the man who directed her here said that the forest was home to ‘fantasy’ and ‘deadly’ creatures, she didn’t believe him. And even if they were, she wasn’t afraid, she’d faced them before. What else do you think she carried a shotgun in a holster around her waist?



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