"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
Avelina offers what she hopes is an encouraging smile to her younger sister, full of warmth, when Holler mentions that the lack of any precedent for this eclipse makes it more troublying. Troubling thoughts tend not to stick into this young mare’s mind and this eclipse, the darkness, and even the shadows that she sometimes sees moving in the corner of her eye - none of it truly bothers her. She believes with absolute certainty that it is temporary, that in a year or a season from now they’ll all marvel at the time they had spent in the dark.
But she is, absolutely, looking forward to seeing the stars again.
And she’s glad Holler does not seem to mind the change in subject to something a little more fun.
“A little - more when the sun was out, I’ve become very fond of becoming a small bird and seeing the world from a different point of view. Though I had never thought of a bat that’s such a good idea.” With a delighted smile, Avelina does so now - trading her charcoal grey horse body for that of a fruit bat. Her fireflies dance around this new body nervously and the bat laughs as she beats her wings to hover in the air - those pale green eyes remaining ever the same and shine brightly as she looks to her sister.
