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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


    [open]  I won't be a grain of sand slipping down the hour glass; any
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    i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high

    He is as familiar with the currents of time nearly as much as any creature could be. Despite his relatively short years, he had swiftly learned it is a fool’s errand to try following them to their inevitable conclusions. He might hazard a guess, but he has neither the patience nor the wit to do so with any degree of accuracy. The only time he even bothers is when he knows another well enough to understand how they think. And then, is it really foresight, or simple intuition brought about by knowing something well?

    Reave had asked the mare a question that has no true answer, and yet answer she does. His blue eyes, vibrant and hungry behind the soft glow of his mask, rise to study her. What must she think of him greeting her simple hello with such a deeply philosophical question?

    He really hopes that she does not mistake him for a wise or thoughtful creature because of it. She would be sorely disappointed if she did.

    His lips kick up into a wry grin at her thoughtful retort. She was also being generous if she didn’t believe him mad already. Just perhaps not in the way she had meant. When she offers her warning however, he can only chuckle. He has already risked everything for knowledge more than once, so it is not quite the warning it should be. Not for him, at least.

    Rune shrieks his disgruntlement from the sky overhead, making Reave laugh again.

    “Your warnings are wasted on me,” he finally replies, his gaze flicking back to the turbulent surface of the river. “But I’m not desperate enough to go seeking answers where I know I won’t find them.”

    The fairies might be many things, but the answer to his foolish musing they are not. He’s seen enough of them to know that. They are powerful creatures, yet he doubts even they would know the answers to his questions. The gods alone might hold those answers, but he’s not prepared to die in order to find them.

    After a moment of silence, he finally turns his gaze back on the pale mare, eyes twinkling with faint amusement. “Given your ready answer though, I suspect you have in fact wondered the same things yourself.”

    reave


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    RE: I won't be a grain of sand slipping down the hour glass; any - by Reave - 02-25-2022, 10:48 AM



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