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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


    [private]  Not All That Glitters is Gold [Jack]
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    AuroraElis

    Watching Jack eat the shamrock without question causes her to laugh.  She had thought for sure there would be a pause and question in its edibility, various mechanics and possible side effects, but no he gobbles it down without a care.  In the midst of her chuckling she took plucks the shamrock from the air and eats it.  She looks about, waiting to see if she sees or feels something happening.  Her neck curls to bring her left side into view, she looked the same.  She turned to face Jack, she felt the same.  Her eyes grazed over him, not finding anything remarkable happening.  "Do you feel any different Jack," she questions.  "I... I don't think I feel anything... hmmm... strange," she looks over again to the rainbow with indifference.  "Oh well," she decides maybe the effects weren't instant and so she lowers her head to graze on the sweet clover.  

    The day is soon waning, so she returns to the tree they had sought shelter under earlier.  She yawns tiredly, ending with a shake to her neck.  Leaning against the tree she tries to settle down from the day's happenings, but she is restless.  Her muzzle lowers to the ground as her nares flare and a snort is emitted into the cool evening air.  She walks in circles, nose still to the ground.  She pauses here and there, pawing at the grassy plain in annoyance.  Her tail flicking in clear agitation.  Circling once more she decides on a suitable spot to lay down.  Her wings clamp tightly to her sides as her expanded mass lands awkwardly and with a thud.  It was even less comfortable than she thought it'd be, but her legs couldn't take anymore standing...

    Not all that glitters is gold



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    RE: Not All That Glitters is Gold [Jack] - by AuroraElis - 03-18-2024, 08:03 PM



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