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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


    She sells seashells by the sea shore // Any
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    It's rare peace that exists beneath the water. The kind of gentle ebb and flow that overcomes all else when one allows it to take control. She had almost reached that point, the surrender of letting her mind drift with the foam, and forgetting her worries. Almost. 

    A subtle disturbance made its way through the sea, rubbing against her ears in quiet warning when it grew nearer. A pacing rhythm, too irregular to be a counter point in the ocean's native beat. Something, someone drew nearer to where the nereid stood. 

    Her clear blue eyes blinked open, the only motion in her half-submerged body as she tried to identify the source of the noise. Not far off, a glint of blue and gold drifted. The whoosh of submarine motion echoed toward her, getting nearer before vanishing all together. Her dripping head lifted curiously from the washing wavelets. She was being watched, and it brought back the unease she'd been immersed in earlier. 

    Her eyes fell hooded, almost as if in sleep, waiting for the hunter to reveal themselves. It didn't take long. From the unsettled water, a body surged upward, breaking the surface in a myriad of light catching droplets. The sun drenched mare stepped backward with a blink, taking in the creature before her. This was another denizen of the sea, a seafaring woman like herself. Yet not alike. 

    The sapphire girl was quick to greet her, looking for reaction as much as introduction. She was beautiful and exotic, and dangerous. The flash of sharp teeth at her words said as much. A relation then. No nereid, but a kelpie. The darker cousin. Aquaria smiled uncertainly, letting the water continue to whirl at her feet, it's cool grasp a comfort. 

    "Hello," she replied, curiosity and caution playing in her tone. The stranger seemed to be in a ready mood, so she smiled a little brighter. "Who're you? I haven't seen you around the island before." She didn't think she had, anyway. The island's residents were all rather recognizable. 

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