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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    [open]  dont go through the front door [any]
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    POTION & ECCO
    Winter doesn’t suit them no, even if they had weathered many tempest in their time. Chilly winds, shaggy hair, the found the entirety of it less than ideal.

    They watch and they listen, allowing the red girl to answer. She did well enough chatting, surely coming up with a few responses would be nothing. Perhaps her liquid tongue would be useful to them in some way, Potion would have a think on it. Ecco on the other hand seemed restless, a twitch of her tail, the flutter of her cloudy ears on top of her skull. It was like she was waiting for something to happen, perhaps she was, she was so very focused on the ground at the moment- intent on what? Setting the grass on fire? Whatever she was expecting to occur never did, a silent sigh leaving her chest and her shoulders drooping.

    Potion allowed a sideways smile, a crooked thing that didn’t seem quite happy, disappointment almost followed had she allowed it to linger over long on her lips.

    Her own ears swiveled forward as the scarlet one began to speak again, then she chuckled. It would be fitting if her Father was indeed a dream, perhaps some wished he would be because it would mean all the things he had done were not real. Then again for others it would only add to the allure of fantasy and hummed to herself as she considered both of these things. Interesting perspective and all.

    Is he important, or lost?

    “Lost, no definitely not,” Ecco assured her in a rather matter of fact way. “He is important though yes, I would say so.” Nodding her gray head as she spoke, her lavender eyes full of amusement. It was obvious they had gained some interest on the topic from the green and red mare and that suited them just fine.

    “Yes, he’s my Father you see,” Potion explained, though neither of them seemed to give too much information on the subject, just enough. “He’s planning a trip and we are just preparing for his arrival.” Oh yes, that was nicely put.

    “We were actually going to go see him today, to see if he needs anything particular while he’s down.” The gray mare spoke as calmly and evenly as possible, “Would you like to come with us, we’d enjoy some more company.” Mmm yes, and so would Father.
    dont you open up that window, dont you let out that antidote
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    RE: dont go through the front door [any] - by Potion|Ecco - 01-07-2017, 12:03 PM



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