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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]  grass, trees, and dew; oh how I hate you! - any
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    When the trees on land begin to shift, Moira too decides to change.

    The mare that makes her way through the dawn-lit forest walks with hesitation, though her eyes are bright and curious. It is hard, at least at first, to adjust to the pull of gravity on her body. In the sea there are fewer limitations.

    But in the sea, she has become bored. She had tried raising a child, but the girl had hatched precocial, leaving the pale nereid with little maternal responsibility. Trying again, this time with a father that is less aquatic, seems the next logical choice.

    So she wanders through the woods, accompanied by a kingfisher whose blue-violet, gold, and white coloration matches her own. It is the bird that spots the thing below the bush, chittering an alert to accompany the telepathic communication between them.

    ”Hello?” She says, her voice sounding coarse above the water, and harsh in her flicking ears. ”Are you alright?”
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    RE: grass, trees, and dew; oh how I hate you! - any - by Moira - 06-20-2023, 06:41 AM



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