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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


    [private]  don't let those butterflies out - velkan
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    It's winter. But the season is dying, the snow is melting and it slushes beneath Lilli's hooves. The branches are starting to shed their icicle adornments and spring is so, so close. Lilli can smell it in the air, the briskness of the winter breeze becoming sweeter and warmer, promising the chestnut girl that her favorite season will soon arrive. She is a child of the summer and while she adores autumn for the wild colors it paints, the spring is when the world reawakens and everything comes alive. Had she been home, the landscape would become dotted with the sight of foals trying their legs and exploring this new world. The does and the vixens, the small woodland creatures as well, would start to bring their young into the world as well.

    It is a time of promise, of hope, of renewal and every year, Lilliana looks forward to it. 

    As a small filly, she had hated winter. She would weep with the first frost and mourn the flowers that grew so abundant next to her river. Her heart would become heavy and break at the sight of the wilted flowers, their beauty and their wild spirit gone. But it had been Elena, her brave and lovely cousin, who had told Lilli that weren't gone, not really. They would come back, again and again, to visit Lilli, emerging each spring through the soil. Apart from two blissful springs in Murmuring Rivers, she never saw those flowers again at her favorite spot alongside the river. But they still bloomed in Paraiso, in Culloden and she assumes with blind hope, that they will bloom here as well. It is still too early yet for them to come but the chestnut mare has come to this spot, drawn by the smell of fresh water and the sound of birdsong as they start to return from whatever exotic places they must migrate too. All the signs of spring, in a different land, are familiar to Lilli.

    She stops beneath a barren oak, her branches empty in the still chilly air. But there is a gentleness in it that hasn't been there before, a sign of the changing times. Spring is almost upon them.

    The chestnut mare walks, her gaze fixed on the river ahead of her. It chimes and bubbles as it rushes past, the sound of her childhood. Her mind is easily lost, memories of days gone by and special moments by another river. She wonders if the grass grows long and lush here as it did at home, if it might be high and thick enough to hide a pair of fillies as they share secrets and stories. She wonders if there are flowers that grow alongside this river, if the bloom in the lovely shades of blues, pinks, and purples that she so admires. As she comes closer to the riverbank, her mind imagines the landscape dotted with yellow and white flowers, with the sweet grass swaying in a tender breeze. Distracted, she slows and scans the landscape, the melting snow and the branches waiting to be free of their icy weights.

    Soon.

    And then she thinks of Elaina as she always does, wonders if Windskeep and her grandmother offered her what she was seeking. The ache of missing her cousin doesn't subside and Lilli wonders again what the golden mare might have thought of this place. She sighs and moves forward again, coming closer to the gray river. The ice is gone but the sky still looms clear and icy blue above, winter still reminding her that he reigns. She stops and stares down at that reflection, the one that has always stared back at her. The blue eyes blink and Lilli studies herself, thinking that there is something tired about her, something that wasn't there the previous spring. She reaches down and gingerly, her maw touches the water. It's cold, startlingly so. It prickles something sensitive in her nose and it runs down her spine, the icy chill making the chestnut mare shiver.

    @[Velkan]
    but it's all in the past, love
    it's all gone with the wind
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    don't let those butterflies out - velkan - by lilliana - 07-14-2019, 09:41 PM



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