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Old 07-02-2002, 02:21 AM   #127
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Periwinkle, relieved of his burdens, wandered toward the warsteed in search of equine company. He stopped about four or five feet from the great horse and chomped a few clumps of grass.Always best to see what sort of temper the great ones are in! thought the pony to himself.

Holly stacked her packs out of the way. She untied her carved cup from her backpack, and pulled out a small packet of sweetspice tea from a brass tin in the side pocket of the pack.

She had seen a kettle of water on the small fire near the center of the camp and thought she might ask for a cup of it to make her tea. It was boiling merrily, and though someone had put some coffee beans in it, they hadn't yet flavored the water. No one was near the kettle, so she helped herself, dipping her cup in carefully as not to burn her fingers.

A pinch of tea swirled in the cup, enticing her nose with its heady scent. She inhaled the delicious vapors and smiled contentedly, waiting for the liquid to cool enough for drinking.

'It's going to be a great day for walking, Bird! Don't you think?', asked Holly. 'Perhaps if you are going in my direction we can share the road for a while.'

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