Alone and Wondrous

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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

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Alone and Wondrous

Titanium

king of assholery

#14

03-30-2016, 01:17 PM

He laughs under his breath at the mare's spunk. He likes her already. He nips playfully at her forelock, and then bobs his head to point with his chin in the vague direction of the meadow, which isn't too unlike the field, but in any case, they shouldn't spend too much time there. "We can talk on the way to the meadow, I'll tell you about some of the places I've already explored," He says, his eyes gleaming at the thought. He sets off in that direction, looking over his shoulder to see if she was following.

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