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Chiya
Mar 20, 2006 18:54:27 GMT -5
Post by ArabianGirl on Mar 20, 2006 18:54:27 GMT -5
Chiya the mare wondered in. Alone, cold, confused, and hurt. She had traveled a long way. She came from Europe. She spoke Hebrew. Her once glossy chestnut coat was now dull. "Ema ot po?" she asked herself. Maybe her mother's spirit would hear. "Anee Po...." she whispered, frightened. She hoped to find another horse. She was lost.
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Chiya
Mar 20, 2006 20:34:27 GMT -5
Post by ~.:.DarkNileStallion.:.~ on Mar 20, 2006 20:34:27 GMT -5
Shahara trotted in and saw the mare. She wheeled on her hindquaters before stopping before thy mare. The black Arabian mare dipped her head in greetings. She had heard the mare speak Hebrew, she wondered if she could speak Ancient Egyptian for that was a lauage she knew by heart.
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Chiya
Mar 21, 2006 16:56:24 GMT -5
Post by ArabianGirl on Mar 21, 2006 16:56:24 GMT -5
"Ot?" she questioned. She backed up. She was quite frightened.
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Chiya
Mar 22, 2006 18:09:51 GMT -5
Post by ~.:.DarkNileStallion.:.~ on Mar 22, 2006 18:09:51 GMT -5
She dipped her head and spoke in a soft voice,
"Sabaah El Kher." ({Good Morning, if it is morning...})
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Chiya
Mar 23, 2006 16:54:57 GMT -5
Post by ArabianGirl on Mar 23, 2006 16:54:57 GMT -5
She did not understand the strange words spoken by the black mare! Her mind reeled. She drew and arrow in the dirt towards herself. "Chyia" she said slowly. Chyia was her name. "Shmee Chyia" she said again. She drew an arrow towards Shahara. She furrowed her eyebrows like she was asking a question. She was trying to ask Shahara's name.
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Chiya
Mar 24, 2006 21:15:14 GMT -5
Post by ~.:.DarkNileStallion.:.~ on Mar 24, 2006 21:15:14 GMT -5
Understanding what she was asking spoke,
"Shahara."
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Chiya
Mar 25, 2006 12:16:54 GMT -5
Post by ArabianGirl on Mar 25, 2006 12:16:54 GMT -5
"Shalom Shahara." Chyia said shyly.
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Chiya
Mar 26, 2006 14:08:05 GMT -5
Post by ~.:.DarkNileStallion.:.~ on Mar 26, 2006 14:08:05 GMT -5
She nodded before thinking of something she could do or say to make her feel better.
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Chiya
Mar 26, 2006 20:16:42 GMT -5
Post by ArabianGirl on Mar 26, 2006 20:16:42 GMT -5
Chyia thought for a moment. How could she explain? She drew a circle in the dirt with her hoof. She drew a line from the circle to another circle about 10 feet away. She stopped. Hoping the mare would understand that she is lost!
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Chiya
Mar 26, 2006 20:53:30 GMT -5
Post by ~.:.DarkNileStallion.:.~ on Mar 26, 2006 20:53:30 GMT -5
She c.ocked her head before asking,
"Your lost?"
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Chiya
Mar 26, 2006 20:54:42 GMT -5
Post by ArabianGirl on Mar 26, 2006 20:54:42 GMT -5
Yes! She nodded excitedly. But then stopped, remembering that she could not go back.
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Chiya
Mar 26, 2006 21:04:08 GMT -5
Post by ArabianGirl on Mar 26, 2006 21:04:08 GMT -5
(g2g)
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Chiya
Mar 26, 2006 21:04:47 GMT -5
Post by ArabianGirl on Mar 26, 2006 21:04:47 GMT -5
"Israel." that was her destination. That was all she could say.
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Chiya
Mar 27, 2006 19:38:15 GMT -5
Post by ~.:.DarkNileStallion.:.~ on Mar 27, 2006 19:38:15 GMT -5
Shahara c.ocked her head again,
"Israel."
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Chiya
Mar 27, 2006 19:44:39 GMT -5
Post by ArabianGirl on Mar 27, 2006 19:44:39 GMT -5
"Chyia, Israel." she tried.
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