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Post by firewind on May 13, 2006 11:34:42 GMT -5
Sohlaris came into tye clearing, disturbing the gras with let go their seeds. they flew into the air, swirling around the mare, making her seem... magical. her trotting made small prints in the ground, covered by bent stalks. The blue sky made her even more happy, the sun looking down upon her. Would she find love? She could only try.
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Post by Rosier on May 13, 2006 15:30:13 GMT -5
Loren entered the clearing, white tresses flowing, bright stain against this mocha coat. He strode hesitantly to the mare, inclining his head, amber eyes sharp and bright, burning with laughter.
He flicked white whipcords, catching a butterfly on a leaf, causing it to rise into the air with wingbeats soft as whispers.
Hail, fae, he said. |
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Post by firewind on May 21, 2006 5:13:35 GMT -5
her bodice turned at the sound of the fair stallions steps towards her. Soft eyes gazed upon the stag before her, and they nodded, as his song drifted to her upright harks. "Lo, I be Sohlaris. And who be you, m'lord?" She bowed, a graceful stance that gave hope into her heart.
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