until we see what we've left behind -- open

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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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until we see what we've left behind -- open

Pandorica

Nomad

12-28-2016, 10:19 PM

Pandorica looked at the bay stud. She snorted slightly. 'How do you not realize it's morning?" Not long after she said this, they are joined by another. Her shoulders relax, another mare is actually quite comforting.

Ash on snow, the vixen talks. She asks why the girl is out so early. "I live here, it's that easy." She hadn't told them her name, but that was intentional. She wanted to know a horse before they knew her name.

A mystery she would be, and a mystery she would remain.

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