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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "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


    don't you dare forget; magnus, please.
    #5
    She finds herself smiling, noticing how the warm breeze lifts away his dark locks. He is charming and Epithet suspects he is aware of this but she allows it to relax her. It had been some time since she had felt at ease, comfortable in front of another. Tephra, after all, is her home. But it is his next compliment that send a small tinge of pink through her body as she can not help but blush a delicate shade of ballet slipper pink.

    If the stallion wanted her smile then he would surely have it. Dark lashes fall over the blue of her eyes as she can not help but smile shyly, her gaze flickering from his lovely features to the gulls on the shore for a moment. How long had it been since the mare had giggled like this? 10 years? 20? Immortality had it's benefits. Epi would never deny the benefit of looking a mere five years old but actually being almost three times that.

    But in a blessed change, the buckskin mentions her ability to change. Thankfully the pink tinge of her coat melts back once more into the pale bone before. "Yes, it is interesting." She echoes as deep blue eyes return to  her companion. the smile still curling her lips upward. "And you, Magnus? Do you possess anything other than charm beneath that skin or is that you gift from Beqanna?" Epi does not intend to come off as a flirt, teasing, or in any way other than a simple question though she understands once the words have trickled from her lips that the stallion would think so. But was she truly stating anything that he had not shown her already?

    "The pleasure is not all yours for I share some of it as well." The alabaster mare quips with a small grin. She finds herself happy, truly happy in this moment. She silently counts her blessings. A warm home, pleasant company, and hope above all else. "Would you are to walk the shoreline, Magnus?" It is a simple enough inquiry as she moves to pivot by his side, dark hooves splashing the salt water against their hocks. Should the man decline, she would not fault him but if opportunity prevailed then she should like to learn more about him.
    Epithet


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    RE: don't you dare forget; magnus, please. - by Epithet - 03-10-2017, 05:44 PM



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