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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]  don't you hear me howling?
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    Skywalker
    "I don't want my life to imitate art,
    I want my life to be art."
    -Carrie Fisher

    She is not entirely surprised when Myrna informs her of the lack of activity within the Gates. Genuinely, that seems to be the case everywhere. Knowing nothing but the serenity that lulls over the whole of Beqanna, Sky is not quite as grateful as her companion. The vivacious child that she still is longs for something with great theatrics, something to soothe the itch of restlessness in her soul. But she notices the unfamiliar tightness in Myrna’s voice, but she lets it pass without comment and latches onto the idea of the triple rainbow.

    “Oh, I wish I could have seen it too!” Unadulterated joy lights her face as she continues exuberantly, “I bet it would be so much fun to fly through a rainbow! Don’t you think?” Her eyes glaze over as she envisions herself chasing down a rainbow and dashing effortlessly through the beautiful colors. She loses herself in the illusion for only a brief time and when she returns to reality, she looks excitedly to Myrna.

    “Can you turn into something that flies?” A faint twinge of that envy plucks at her again, but she shoves the feeling away and continues speaking in her usual whirlwind way, “We should find a rainbow and try it!” Her wings pull away from her body ever so slightly, her feathers vibrating with enthusiasm generated by the idea of flying with Myrna. If one is looking closely, they might notice that many of those feathers had changed again; dark, alluring jade green feathers now mingle with a larger population of the gilded feathers, while the blues, pinks, and purples have dwindled to but a scant handful of each color.

    The girl herself also seems to buzz with excess energy as she begins to shift her weight from foot to foot in an eager tap dance as she looks at Myrna expectantly. She’s never really had anyone to go flying with, to share the one thing that has always made her happy. As she waits for the golden mare’s response, a warm feeling spreads in her chest. This sense of fellowship may not have been what she had originally been looking for, but it is what she needs now.

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    Messages In This Thread
    don't you hear me howling? - by Viszla - 03-16-2024, 04:19 PM
    RE: don't you hear me howling? - by skywalker - 03-22-2024, 10:33 AM
    RE: don't you hear me howling? - by Viszla - 03-23-2024, 01:33 PM
    RE: don't you hear me howling? - by skywalker - 03-24-2024, 07:45 PM
    RE: don't you hear me howling? - by Viszla - 03-30-2024, 11:04 AM
    RE: don't you hear me howling? - by skywalker - 04-14-2024, 11:42 AM
    RE: don't you hear me howling? - by Viszla - 05-03-2024, 10:11 PM
    RE: don't you hear me howling? - by skywalker - 06-09-2024, 12:58 AM
    RE: don't you hear me howling? - by Viszla - 06-09-2024, 03:58 PM
    RE: don't you hear me howling? - by skywalker - 07-16-2024, 02:00 AM
    RE: don't you hear me howling? - by Viszla - 08-18-2024, 05:51 PM



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