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Post by kat on Dec 19, 2006 13:43:53 GMT -5
I cannot thank you enough. I must go to the Foaling Grounds, now. Come or not, your choice. Life said, and began to walk off. No sooner had she done that, and teathed his mane, and gave a nicker. Her pillars moved slowly, yet quickly. She was in a hurry to get there, but the pain's were to great to go more than a trot.
She slowly made her way there.
{Ooc:// if he wants to come, I'm making a thead.}
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