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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]  Where I'm from, the rivers run red
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    Myrna sees that the other horse adjusts her stance as Myrna approaches, and as she draws nearer she can see the weariness in the other’s expression. For just a moment, she feels guilt for having interrupted the other’s sleep, and then her pale blue-grey eyes spot the sleeping foal curled beneath her protective dam.

    At that, Myrna’s eyes warm, and she looks back at the buckskin mare with a fond smile.

    ‘I suppose it is,” the other says, and having been distracted by the sight of the child, it takes her a moment to remember that she’d commented on the lovely weather as she’d approached.

    “I’m Myrna,” she says. Though she recognizes the other’s defensive stance, Myrna makes no mention of it. Instead, she leans back, settling her weight comfortably in a manner that makes it clear she’s not about to leap forward and attack.

    “Mine are yearlings,” she says, gesturing toward the child but not looking overly long lest it make the other nervous. “They grow so quickly.” She’s considered leaving the other to her rest, but there are so few others with whom to converse that Myrna is not so eager to leave. If this stranger wishes solitude, Myrna tells herself that she will ask for it.
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    Where I'm from, the rivers run red - by Cascadia - 10-14-2024, 12:13 PM
    RE: Where I'm from, the rivers run red - by Viszla - 10-18-2024, 06:01 AM



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