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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 (Myrna)
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    As the colt moved towards his mother, the little foal shrank back towards her own. She was curious but weary, she hadn't really met any other creatures before yesterday, at least not ones that didn't want to harm her and her mother. So she just listened, looking up to her mother several times for reassurance.

    Cascadia smiled at her foal reassuringly. She knew all this was strange to her, and somewhat scary but she was pleased that dispite her nervousness she still seemed curious, perhaps these youngsters would give her child some much needed confidence, a chance to play and grow up as a young foal should.
    She smiled at the colt and listened, noticing the look of a mother frustration on Myrna face, her lips twitched ever so slightly in humor, thinking she probably had all this to come herself in the near future.
    It's nice to meet you Ravin, and your sister Luvi, I'm Cascadia and this is Wynters she said politely, glancing down at the child by herself at the extremely faintly heard hello. It was progress she thought, even if a small one.

    Feeling a little bolder Wynters took a step forward from her almost hiding place beside her mother, her curiosity getting the best of her. With a quick glance to her mother she replied in a timid voice to the colt's question
    What's an
    she hesitated, her mind attempting to copy the colts words adora... what? she questioned, giving up on trying to copy the word. At the request to go with them, she glanced up at her mother, unsure if she was hoping for permission, or for her mother to deny the colts request at the thought of leaving her mother's side.

    Cascadia froze at the question from the colt, dread and concern making her heart beat faster at the thought of letting her child leave her side. Part of her knew her worry was for nothing, this colt was young and clearly Myrna trusted the area she lived in if her foals were allowed to wander, but it didn't stop her mind from from playing over all the dangers she'd had to protect her foal from not so long ago.
    Her eyes unfocused, she replied to the colt.
    I.. urmm.... I don't know Ravin, she's still so young and.. she trailed off, her voice unsteady even though she tried to mask it, not wanting to alarm her young foal or the slightly older colt.
    Unsure what to do or say next she did the only thing her muddled brain could think of in that moment, glancing at Myrna with pleading eyes. She didn't know why but for some reason she trusted this more mature mare, who had welcomed the young fearful mother and opened up her home for her at a time when she had felt so overwhelmed and out of her depth with a newborn in tow and no clue what to do next.

    (OOC: I actually don't know if Myrna is physically older than Cascadia, so if she isn't read that as more mentally mature lol)
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    RE: Where I'm from, the rivers run red (Myrna) - by Cascadia - 12-07-2024, 12:33 PM



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