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Post by **Sword's Children** on Jan 12, 2007 21:56:56 GMT -5
Slender pillars carried the young fey over the terrain with the ease of the wind passing over a desert stretch. Shimmering ivory coat glittered like a thousand stars under the morning sun as the gentle fingers of pink and orange grasped the sky in an embrace. A sweet zephyr tugged at the white and blue mane and tail of the trotting mare. She tossed her head in a small show of pride though most of it was hidden behind the thickly lashed eyes.
One slender flint pawed the ground with in a slight moment of impatience. Then she was still as a statue. The dawn continued the beginning of its journey over the sky, tugging the blue sky into its grip until the sun had pulled itself up from the sea into the blue, blazeing light throwing the first strands of warmth across the terrain casting the mare's shadow far in front of her as it scuttled across the grass as if trying to escape from the sun's light.
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