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fandomhighdorms2009-05-21 07:05 am
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The edge of the campgrounds, early Thursday morning
Dinah had left a message for Priestly, and was now warming up and stretching on the edge of the campground-- and trying not to squee too loudly about the moose. A tiny little stampede of them was rushing across the path.
Maybe they could race them through the preserve? Moose running?
[ooc: for the running partner, but open before he gets here]
Maybe they could race them through the preserve? Moose running?
[ooc: for the running partner, but open before he gets here]

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"Have you been to the Gig yet?" Dinah asked, brightening. "They hire out horses. Well, I guess you brought your own, but my friend Blysse works there, if you want to ride another one. Have you gotten the grand tour of the place from your big Sib yet?"
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Somewhere, Arthur might have been feeling a foreboding sense of doom.