Tarian's biggest flaw is his pride. He thinks that after a decade of years and then some, he has seen it all. The gray had assumed that there would be little to surprise him after the losses they suffered in Beyond, the battles he fought in Liridon, and the time he spent considering his next years in the Sacred Cove of Starlight. As he glances down to @[Altissima], he wonders why he thought that there was little left to surprise him.
Because here she was, proving him wrong and smiling smugly about it.
She quips back this time. For whatever retort Tarian has, she is quick to match him. Quicker than she had been at their last meeting and its while he is still looking down at her that he notices the way her ribs no longer show as they had, that her eyes are shining in a way that hadn't before. She glitters and gleams in the moonlight and his glow certainly doesn't help the situation. The Loessian stallion arches his neck to look up at the stars, as if they might provide some assistance. They twinkle silently, as helpful as his current companion.
While she grins, he glances back down with his usually stoic expression. Her eyes are still bright and his blues ones study her a moment more. She appeared to be enjoying herself. Whats even worse is that she's right, again. The terms of their bet had been a name of her choosing, if she had managed to win it. Tarian has always been a stallion of his word so there is no arguing with her on that point.
Glow worm it is. He nearly (visibly) grimaces at the thought.
The pegasus manages to dim his glow again (it helps when the moon goes to hide behind some more passing clouds) and the moment allows him to make a short retort: "Bet you didn't realize that you'd find such a spectacle tonight, did you?"
COTY
Assailant -- Year 226
QOTY
"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
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