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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


    What in the world could make a brown-eyed girl turn blue? GALE
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    IONIA

    Hardly noticing the eight years already gone, Ionia woke one fine spring day to the twittering sound of mating birds and the smell of a fresh, wet earth. Rain had passed by the night ‘afore, drenching Ionia in her sleep, and she opened her eyes with a little shiver ho that sent droplets flying off her coat. Nevermind the lack of rest from a spring storm; she had another day of pure freedom to live, and she wasn’t wasting it by staying put. She moved out from her jungle covey near the western border of Tephra and stretched her lovely blue legs for a walk, quickly finding her way to the main road that seemed to expand like a web of its own throughout Beqanna.

    Crossroads pointed out the many ways to the four Kingdoms, but she ignored their scent markers and kept dead-on for the common lands, aiming past the River that cut off a good third of the massive island-continent. Eight long years she hadn’t been in search of a home, and Ionia wasn’t about to start looking now. She had the Islands - she’d always have the Islands - but their luster had worn off around the same time her dam had taken a hiatus and descended where Ionia couldn’t reach her.

    Naw; the rest of the world lay waiting and Ionia (like so many others) focused her energies on exploiting the natural wonders with her equally ice-blue eyes.

    She took to humming as she strolled alongside Sylva’s strange forest, a cheery tune that suited her ability to carry a note or two when she wanted. The common lands being far off meant this particular expedition might take days, if not a solid week or two depending on what (or who) she’d encounter along the way, so with that in mind Ionia didn’t rush the ‘going’ part. Her silvery voice tilted high then wavered down low, building in intensity and confidence from her lack of an audience among the trees. “Oh oh, yea yeaaah!” The mare finished strong, bouncing a step or two as the melody crashed to a halt.
    If that doesn't chase away the creepy-crawlies, nothing will. The nomadic mare laughed at her private joke, turning her head to peer down into the darkness emanating from Sylava's quiet woods with a faint shiver. She had meager ways of protecting herself and had been lucky enough to avoid the nastier of crawlies in Beqanna, however - that didn't mean she was stupid and looking for attention. Ionia swallowed her smile and looked ahead again, keeping one ear to the side... just in case.
    Powerplay: Yes! | Injuries: Will bite back >:)
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    What in the world could make a brown-eyed girl turn blue? GALE - by Ionia - 09-30-2020, 06:12 PM



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