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Post by Anastasia on Jun 2, 2008 13:17:25 GMT -5
*After having a few day's rest from the intense 24hrs that had been Enohile, Anastasia decided to go out for a ride at the countryside. The elves, ever-helpful, directed her to the stables. It, as everything else in this place, was magnificent. The horses themselves seemed almost otherworldly. As she saddled up a horse that was a distinctive shade of red, she idly wondered if the elves ever did anything that failed, broke, withered, or in other ways fell short of expectations. Such constant perfection was impossible. Her father had taught her that--there was no such thing as completely perfect. With those thoughts buzzing around her head, she mounted up and left the castle grounds at an easy canter *
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