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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


    sweet meat in the heat; pteron
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    -WANDER-

    Wander has been in limbo - -
    That’s what it feels like to her. A vast lingering and using up air but doing absolutely nothing, besides the bare necessities to keep herself alive. Failing that quest had changed something in her, left her a bit jagged around the edges and a bit more disillusioned than she’d ever been before.

    The pale apricot girl could have found solace in her family. But her mother and father were likely off canoodling somewhere after making the latest Mandist-baby. She’d tried to visit her brother on the silver shores of some unfamiliar cove but word has spread - he rules now, sort of. Even in her corner of brilliant grassy limbo, this word has reached her little ears. 

    So she thinks instead, to happier times. The kind that were ever so carefree. The kind that had him in them, usually invisible so she couldn’t see his face but she’d know him anywhere just by the sound of his voice and his grassy-colt smell. He’d always smelled of sunshine and pampas, and a little bit of what she imagined a cloud might smell like. 

    Even just that little bit of remembering could bring a wistful smile to her face. But maybe today is the day to do a little less remembering and a lot more of something. Like finding him, and visiting for old times’ sake. Wander thought even a limbo-lost girl like her could probably manage that. Even if she knows they’re both a lot more grown - he’s grown and she’s grown. Less the children that they were.

    This time, she decides it is perhaps appropriate that she seeks him out. Especially since his scent has faded quite a bit over the last year from the Pampas. But it’s a trail that she can still follow and so she does, right to the main kingdom that had overseen but usually left their brilliant little nook alone. She’s never been here before, at least she doesn’t think she has.

    It’s hilly and green, with springs running everywhere she looked. No wonder he spent more time here, it was pretty! Her horned head bobbed in time to the rhythm of her walk, and she actually felt hopeful and a bit happier to be out of her self-imposed limbo. “Pteron,” she yelled, loud but merrily and knowing he’d know exactly who she was despite all the time that’s passed.

    it feels good to be lost in the right direction


    @[Pteron] just because ❤️


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    sweet meat in the heat; pteron - by wander - 03-31-2019, 03:34 PM
    RE: sweet meat in the heat; pteron - by Pteron - 04-07-2019, 08:17 PM



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