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Date Posted: 17:37:58 06/06/02 Thu
Author: *Raya, Mulan, Sombra + Almase
Author Host/IP: 152.163.207.183
Subject: //Laugh// <--@ pout .; slipaway * w a t c h .
In reply to: Midnight In Montgomery 's message, "->" on 17:02:53 06/06/02 Thu

Mahogany-hued femora 'mits laugh, musical. "I agree, Mulan. Jumping's enough for right now." Visage lowered, nuzzling small one.

Equine equivalent o' pout crosses young filly's facial features. "But I want to fly NOW!" She cannot explain 't; she knows what those wings're for, and understands that she must be using them 's soon 's possible, just 's she knew when she was born that she must stand.

Like a shadow, raven colt slips 'way, fleet, mute. Unobserved by all but one, 'e moves away from th' group. He will practice flying, alone.

Th' one who observes is th' silverblood mare *Raya. Silent 's well, she moves 'way from th' group, after black colt. "And where do you think you're going?" femora demands t' know, whispering.

Fire-filled orbs o' he glitter menacingly. "Who wants to know?"

"A friend of your mother, and one who has no interest in seeing her son fall. You aren't going anywhere, young sir."

"Who's going to stop me?"

She-beast moves b'fore him, blocking 'is path. "I am."

Oculars o' youth bear into 'er.

Femora stumbles back, drawing 'er breath is ragged gasps, though she knows not why. Something about him...something about his eyes...

Disdain shows clearly in 'is stature as colt stalks by. Approaching now, a ledge far out of sight, 'e extends wings t' true size. Larger, are they, than he has let it be known. Swiftly, colt launches into th' air, soaring o'er t' nearby ledge; landing, then flying back. Scorn is felt f'r sister's attempts at that which he has succeeded in doing. Landing, wings're folded back t' feigned size, 'nd he begins t' move back t' group -- then stops. May 's well have some fun, 's long as he is out o' sight o' adult equines. Piercing shriek echoes off o' mountain; rocks begin t' tumble, 's colt expertly dodges each, leaping th' smaller ones. Lightning-quick, he leaps 'pon a rolling boulder then after barely touching 't 'e leaps t' ledge 'bove, watching th' landslide, glee filling fiery orbs.

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