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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


    Strangers with memories, Naira;
    #6

    Relief flashed in Seriath’s blue grey eyes at her simple step in his direction, and Naira realized then that there wasn’t much she wouldn't do to witness that simple emotion rest briefly in his eyes. The brisk air was mercilessly pounding them, reaffirming that they indeed needed to find somewhere to bed down for the night. Seriath shifted his larger frame in an attempt to block her narrow one from the wind that was accosting them. She tossed a grateful smile towards the large bay before moving even closer in an attempt both to make what he was trying to do easier as well as her slightly greedier motive to soak up as much heat possible from his body. She pressed a slight shoulder into him and looked up curiously, “Is this okay?” she questioned, not wanting to impress upon any boundaries he may have.

    The smile resting on his face lost its strained quality and became more and more genuine with every moment that passed. She saw some of herself reflected in him, and for some reason this put her instantly at ease. His attention fell from her momentarily and she watched him scan the Meadow quickly, searching for the reasons behind her anxious words. His light eyes met her dark ones once more, and he sent an equally nervous question back to her.

    The difficulty was in answering it.

    “Well…” she began, not quite sure where to start, "It didn’t used to be. And honestly, I’m not sure if it truly is, even now. All I know is that since the last time I was here things have changed. This place is darker. Whether or not that means its dangerous, I’m not sure. But I’m not one to take chances on those things. So here we are.” She shrugged golden shoulders, and offered a sheepish smile. Maybe she was being silly, but maybe she wasn’t.

    She perked up at his next words, abnormally grateful to not be alone any longer. As he spoke, he broke eye contact momentarily as if the amount truth that lived in his words was uncomfortable for him to admit, perhaps even to himself. She tossed her pale nose to a nearby patch of trees that spared the ground beneath them from being blanketed in the late winter snow. “Perhaps just over there? I was thinking of going to the Forest, but it would be rather difficult to see the path at this time of night.”

    Her eyes widened in concern when he spoke of his ‘missing person situation.’ “Oh my…anything I can help with?"


    naira

    we'll be dancing in the kitchen in the pale moonlight

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    Strangers with memories, Naira; - by Seirath - 05-05-2017, 09:00 PM
    RE: Strangers with memories, Naira; - by Naira - 05-05-2017, 11:56 PM
    RE: Strangers with memories, Naira; - by Seirath - 05-09-2017, 10:14 PM
    RE: Strangers with memories, Naira; - by Naira - 05-12-2017, 10:47 PM
    RE: Strangers with memories, Naira; - by Seirath - 05-14-2017, 06:40 PM
    RE: Strangers with memories, Naira; - by Naira - 05-16-2017, 11:29 AM
    RE: Strangers with memories, Naira; - by Seirath - 05-16-2017, 08:24 PM
    RE: Strangers with memories, Naira; - by Naira - 05-17-2017, 12:11 AM
    RE: Strangers with memories, Naira; - by Seirath - 05-17-2017, 05:15 PM
    RE: Strangers with memories, Naira; - by Naira - 05-18-2017, 12:15 AM



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