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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


    [private]  Flowers, Flowers, Everywhere; Reagan
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    Her small frame flung backwards with unusual force, but luckily her aunt was there to catch her with remarkable ease. Elora straightened herself back up. Her small head bobbled downward when the crown was placed back on her head. Her smile beamed. ”Thank you!” She happily exclaimed. She watched with curiosity as the large mare rolled onto her side. Elora bounced up and tossed half her body over Reagan’s round belly. Elora’s tiny hooves waved over the ground as she mindlessly shuffled them in the air.

    ”Anything? Geezz…” She heaved through her mouth. Her lips spun causing her to make a silly farting noise. She giggled uncontrollably for a moment. ”I wanna be a princess! A hero…a bumble bee….” She mused. ”I want to be a dancer, the best ever!” She spoke with so much purity. She had yet to be exposed to any of the grime the world was painted with. ”What do you want to be, Auntie Reagan?” She asked, especially curious of what an adult dreams of.


    elora
    cat shifting daughter of sahm and newton

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    Flowers, Flowers, Everywhere; Reagan - by Elora - 09-06-2016, 04:39 PM
    RE: Flowers, Flowers, Everywhere; Reagan - by Elora - 09-06-2016, 05:39 PM



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