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Post by Lady Dalila of Naxon on May 4, 2006 19:29:27 GMT 10
Dalila sat on top of the jogging buck, reins in one hand, lance in the other. Her lance facing toward the sky. Trotting Buck in circles she slowly warmed him up, getting him used to the Armour again. Patting his neck she smiled down at his Grey form.
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