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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


    silver rings and gypsy bells; real fire
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    @[Maribel]

    I had grown so much older - it was odd, how this happened. I simply awoke one day and became old, and soon enough I would become a fully grown mare, ready for my own life. I was wandering away, near the border, and found myself in the Meadow eventually. I had traveled farther than I thought I did.

    As I ventured through the Meadow's broad flats, I came across multiple unfamiliar faces, one speaking a foreign tongue. One of them looked piercingly at me and murmured softly "You will meet whom you have forgotten."

    I wandered again, venturing away from the odd horses around me for an emptier dip. But that is where that statement bourn itself true - I had come across a childhood friend. Maribel? It's me, Real. I said softly as I approached in front of her, stopping at an angle a few feet away.

    We had both filled out, her spiked mane had lengthened. My grew sleek but sparse, that was from my mother. I noticed how she had filled out well; my form was still young and awkward in shape, even if only slightly so.
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    RE: silver rings and gypsy bells; real fire - by Real Fire - 06-17-2016, 03:18 PM



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