"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
Things hadn’t gone the way she had wanted in the Field. It was nothing like it had once been and so she had left after her conversation with Chemdog. She wasn’t looking to be a kept mare, she knew she had much more to offer in life then popping out children and wasting away under the gaze of a male. She had been born an Amazon and the jungle still ran thick in her blood. She wouldn’t settle for less then what she was worth.
It hadn’t been hard to find her way to the Midsummer Festival, following excited horses through the portal in the Meadow. She hadn’t been expecting the cold though and even though the sun warms her back, it never feels like enough. She watches with mild amusement as grown adults race each other through an icicle maze like children, as a goat like stallion (reminding her much of the fauns of old) becomes crowned in flowers, as they dance beneath a blue flamed tree. While she could appreciate everyones candor, there was too much of Tantalize in her to make herself look foolish in front of a large group of strangers. She was all for fun and parties but she had come here in the hopes of finding a lead, this had mostly been business.
With a sigh, she trudges through the tundra and goes to make her way back to the portal. It had been amusing but she hadn’t really found what she was looking for. Plus it was much too cold here. As she makes her way, she notices the faun like stallion standing not far from her. A slight grin finds her lips as she notices the flower crown that still sits on top of his horns. It was absolutely ridiculous. He seems to notice her then and she crosses over to him as he speaks, giving a slight shrug in response. “It was alright I suppose.” Pausing as her golden eyes consider him and then flick upwards to his crown with a teasing smirk. “I didn’t get a fun souvenir like you though.”
They may call me a sinner, but I am at peace with myself;
Bardot