"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
Truthfully, Laurelin would have been happy to try to charm and delight anyone that he met tonight, though there’s a special joy in seeing her again. He does, of course, recognize her instantly. She’s quite pretty herself, you know, not to mention going around with the northern lights splashed across your body did have a tendency to be pretty unique. Plus, he hadn’t forgotten the filly that had been dayblind and unable to appreciate him in his glory. Little had he known then that he would get even prettier thanks to a only mildly traumatic visit to the beach.
It’s distressing that the first words out of her mouth aren’t “you’re gorgeous” but Laurelin is not discouraged.
He shakes his neck a little, causing a small flurry of the sparks to rise up and fade into the darkening sky as he replies with a bright grin dancing in his eyes. “Dangerous! Oh no. What’s dangerous is running out on our first meeting before we could properly be introduced.”
There is an uncomfortable moment where Laurelin isn’t sure she knows who he is - if she couldn’t see him last time… would she remember his voice? It’s a good voice, but his looks are what he prizes.
So he asks in a gently teasing voice, hoping to spark some memory - “Can you see me better now?”
