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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 admires the weary mother’s caution, familiar with both exhaustion and the terror-joy that is motherhood. Neither make the stranger seem rude, and it would take far more to stave off the curious palomino mare.

    Cascadia, she says her name is, and Wynters is the name of her child. Myrna would have introduced herself to the little one as well, but the weary child is soon asleep, and her attention drawn back by the mother’s question

    “I live in the Gates,” Myrna replies, gesturing toward the west where her homeland lies. The motion jostles the flowers that rest atop her horns, dislodging a loudly buzzing bee that quickly disappears into a nearby bramble. The floral crown marks her as the leader of the Gates, at least to those familiar with their customs.

    “We’ve a magical waterfall there,” she offers, “one capable of healing most any wound. Plenty of food and shelter as well.” Myrna pauses, not entirely sure how the Beqannaians of old managed to recruit others, but carrying on in the way that would work best on her. “I could also use the company, if I’m honest. And I think Ravin and Luvi would love a playmate. Would you like to see 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 - 10-22-2024, 05:54 AM



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