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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


    where nature unmakes the boundary; narya
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    “I am flattered,” Ruhr replies magnanimously, dipping his feathered head just far enough to be a gesture of acquiescence. It was a little too far to avoid getting a crick in his neck, but he has smiled unflinchingly through far worse pain, and his grizzled smile does not falter at all as he meets her gaze once more.

    “Not often,” he admits. “At least, not lately. And She usually sends visions, not strangers.” His time in Beqanna has only strengthened the reality of his beliefs, and he is certain that it is well within the Moon’s ability to have unconsciously guided Narya toward this meeting. And yet given the scarcity of Her blessings of late, Ruhr does believe this encounter to be merely happenstance, a crossing of paths rather than fates.

    “But you were not sent by the Moon,” he says aloud, clearing his dry throat with a hum that turns into a deep cough. “You are just looking for company, you don’t want to be alone.” At this age, his mind sometimes starts to go. It is a disconcerting feeling to be unsure of reality, to have only the hope that the cycle will continue despite Her absence in all other aspects of his life.

    “Has She ever spoken to you? Sent you anything?”

    @Narya
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