"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
She found a home in the most basic sense, needs-are-met way. Tephra is an angry, acrid land but it was growing on her. She had met a few faces since the Reckoning. Her mother and father were long gone but the painted woman pressed on to carve out the notch that they all seemed to be looking for.
Hazel eyes look to the sky is it darkens with the warning of rain. Niko tilts her head upward just as a fat droplet plunks right onto her upturned muzzle. "Oh!" Niko exclaims with an unamused startling. Her brow furrows and she searches for some cover. White painted limbs move her but quickly enough before the cold rain drenches her petite form. "Dammit!" The poor woman shouts in frustration as he tears from the tree line. Fortunately, there are enough pines that thatch together to create a canopy. Niko stands beneath looking very much like an almost drowned rat, her dark forelock all but across her eyes and the white mane plastered to her skin. She mutters under her breath as she shakes off the water to suddenly notice she isn't alone. "Oh, well, hello there." The words are spoken with a slight chuckle, embarassed that she may have spattered the male. "So sorry about that." She attempts to offer a slight smile as the cold rain falls just beyond their hooves.