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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


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    Isilya

    yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene
    her purest of crystal and brightest of green

    Isilya can’t really help herself – when the little dragon chirps at her she chirps back. Not in a horse-voice but in a dragon-voice, a near-perfect imitation of the same chirp that beautiful creature used to greet her. She hopes it wasn’t rude of her to do so, of course, but she does so love making friends. Speaking to animals of another nature came naturally to her when she was living as a tree.

    Her attention slides back to the mare – and the answer to the question Isilya posed just breaks her heart. What happened to this beautiful mare?

    Isilya waits with all the patience in the world – something she never had when she was a foal but learned to keep in abundance during her travels. Eventually the mare speaks more, and Isilya cannot help a little smile – an encouraging, sweet smile.

    “And why not?” Isilya asks in a gentle voice, her gold-and-green eyes soft as she takes a step forward and reaches out, intending to nudge the mare softly. The gesture would leave them close, almost intimately close, but this feels like a moment for intimacy, even between a pair of strangers. She’s been shy about touching others in her usual, bubbly way since she returned but now it happens naturally because she feels like that contact is needed.

    “I’m the perfect stranger to lay your burdens on.” The golden skin beneath Isilya’s porcelain coat twinkles in the dappled sunlight beneath the tree and she attempts to make eye contact as the vines along her back shift and change so that the wisteria that drape there are no longer purple, but a soft and gentle blue. The colour of a new sky, a new start. It’s a subtle message, a subtle hint, to the magic that is coursing through Isilya’s veins.

    She knows as much as she knows anything that there must be a way that she can use her powers to help this mare with whatever is troubling her.

    Why else would she have them?


    ’twas not her soft magic of streamlet or rill
    oh! no, it was something more exquisite still



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    Messages In This Thread
    neverending nightmares - isilya - by Najya - 06-04-2019, 09:07 PM
    RE: neverending nightmares - isilya - by Isilya - 06-07-2019, 07:42 PM
    RE: neverending nightmares - isilya - by Najya - 06-12-2019, 08:06 PM
    RE: neverending nightmares - isilya - by Isilya - 06-20-2019, 06:06 PM



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