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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "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


    lepis;
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    I have spent the morning splashing in the warm springs, and it shows in the slight crust of ice that clings to the lengthening strands of my mane and tail. I rather like the way it sparkles, even if its only temporary, and I’m tossing my head to catch a better look when I hear my name.

    Startled - but not alarmed - I turn my head quickly to find the source. When I see that it is Uncle Castile, I grin.

    ”Oh hi!" I say, bounding forward across the few yards that separate us. I giggle when he insinuates that I might have been getting into trouble, and I press my forehead to his nose affectionately.

    ”Of course not!" I answer truthfully. There is little trouble to get into in the quiet kingdom anyway. I don’t mind, as there are plenty of things to do that don’t involve trouble. I’ll be two years old this winter and have never even come close to leaving my homeland. Mother has always said ’someday' but it occurs to me as I look up at my piebald guardian that I haven’t ever asked him.

    Hmm.

    ”Hey Uncle Castile," I say, blinking up at him with curious dark eyes, ”Could we go exploring maybe?"


    Messages In This Thread
    lepis; - by Castile - 03-13-2018, 02:48 PM
    RE: lepis; - by Lepis - 03-19-2018, 09:48 AM
    RE: lepis; - by Castile - 03-19-2018, 03:08 PM
    RE: lepis; - by Lepis - 03-28-2018, 08:37 PM



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