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    COTY

    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


    [open]  black water take over; any
    #11
    Celina accepts the compliment about her name graciously, just as she’s been taught, and it brings a bit of warmth to her chest. It’s gotten rather cold after her falls, after all, and the seagreen scales of her chest are all but covered by the downy snow. Realizing this, Celina attempts to shake herself clean, but eventually resorts to awkward contortions of her neck to brush it all away. This happens while Catcher is explaining that she doesn’t have a home, and when Celina comes back to the conversation, it is with a look of concern for the piebald mare. No home? But where are her parents? Her siblings? Surely she must have a nest to return to?

    Maybe she makes her own nest, Celina decides. Daddy has made his own nest, after all, and he lets Celina share it. The white filly still hasn’t quite determined why they are no longer with Mom and Elio, but she never remembers long enough to ask either of her parents. Having to make so many new nests sounds troublesome though, the sharp-toothed girl thinks, and Catcher doesn’t even have wings with which to furnish a nest. The unicorn is turning out to be a bit of a puzzle, Celina realizes. And here she had thought the teal with the unfortunate growth was the strange one in their trio.

    Speaking of the deformed Rivuline, the older mare is finally answering the question. In the ocean, she confirms, beneath the waves.

    “Woah…” Celina breathes, impressed and quickly lost in imagining what such a home must be like. The clatter of falling shells brings her back, and she peers down at where they lie on the snow while Rivuline explains that she has followed a trail from the sea.

    Something draws her head up sharply, some sense that something is off. Her seafoam eyes meet Rivuline’s amber ones and hold them for just a moment. Confusion flickers across her face, confusion and the odd desire to bare her own sharp teeth, but it disappears as quickly as the sense of danger, and then she is smiling again.

    “Of course,” she answers, bobbing her white head. “It’s not very far away.”

    @[Catcher]
    @[Rivuline]
    #12
    To live in the ocean, that must be an incredible thing.

    She wonders, if the world beneath the water is as beautiful as it is on land - if the plants bloom, and the wildlife sings, and the waves might tousle her mane like the winds in her world does.  They probably do, she thinks, or maybe she is just playing the part of the naive dreamer that she had become so intimate with.  

    The painted young lady considers Rivuline’s query to Celina for a brief moment, her attention turning politely to and from each beautifully strange creature as they talk and...stare?  The term ‘talk’ was proving to be rather generous it seemed; the other two girls having only spoken a few meager words before lapsing into silence once more.  But the spareness of dialect is something she was guilty of too, having chosen to remain quiet for most of the exchange. 

    And for as much as the dreamer was enthralled with the idea of holding witness to the redwood forest’s beauty, the  grumble of her stomach posed an annoying objection to joining them on their journey.  The thought of  brittle grass made her gut clench, and she understood that the cravings she had would not be satiated by her preferred means

    “I’m heading in the opposite direction,” she admitted, the greys of her eyes becoming apologetic.  Turning, she shifts to better view the pair of them, her wider steps causing the snow to crunch in protest beneath her.  “I’m glad to have met you both, and I wish you safe travels to Taiga and wherever your paths may lead.”  She got the impression that the white filly was smart and was confident that the girl knew her way back home, but still,it never hurt to wish someone well, especially if you enjoyed your companions company.

    “ Maybe one day, we’ll meet again in our dreams,” she says quietly, nearly mischievous with the rise of a genuine smile. They are her last words before her vision swims into reds and yellows, and her silhouette disappears in the blooming darkness.


    @[Rivuline] @[Celina] just a crappy closing thing to help keep things straight in my head




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