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05-11-2004, 07:15 PM
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Child of the West
Join Date: Dec 2003
Location: Watching President Fillmore ride a unicorn
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Peony stroked Elenath's velvety neck. "Such a fine horse." She still stood there in awe. It was a more amazing horse then she envisioned. Shaking herself from her own little world, Peony said, "Enough of this chatter. Let's go for that ride."
She took down her saddle from the tack and slung it on Surefoot's back. Making sure everything was in order she and Gwenneth led their horses out. It was late morning and soon noon would be upon them. Peony mounted Surefoot and Gwenneth mounted Elenath. Peony took in a deep breath and stroked Surefoot's neck. "Nothing like a good ride to start the day off." She smiled as the horses walked along the trail. The birds were chirping and many Hobbits were bustling about. A cloud moved across the sun throughing the land into shadows for a moment. No sooner had the sun disappeared that it came out from behind the clouds and shed light onto the path. "Anywhere you would like to go today, Gwenneth?"
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