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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


    a pocket full of posies; new babies
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    Margaux stepped daintily through the snow, at last coming through to a patch that met her satisfaction. She dropped her neat black nose to the belly-high drift, blowing a hard breath. The dainty filly delighted in the puff of snow that blew away from her face. With a groan of happiness, she fell over sideways and proceeded to roll luxuriously in the fluffy cold stuff. This was her very first winter, and so far she LOVED it. Mama had left her here earlier in the day, saying she needed to go and do biggie things for a bit. She said she'd be back later to get her. Margaux paused her rolling for a moment, coming to a rest on her side, breathing hard. Mama had been so sad lately. She hoped whatever she was doing today would make her happier. 

    Pushing worry to the back of her mind (it was not in her nature to worry), Margaux jumped up suddenly. With a kick and a whinny, she darted around in a burst of energy, making snow fly from tiny hooves. She looked like some weird, puffy, possessed teddy bear, galloping on her stubby legs around the wide open space. Leaping over half-buried logs, she was a shaggy, pale red comet. She was an unstoppable stampede. She was... crashing! Oh no!! With a shrilly shriek, she collided with a tall, leggy someone. She had been so concerned with her trailblazing dash that she hadn't noticed anyone else around "OOOPH! Oh, I am so SORRY!" She groaned as she pulled herself up from the ground. Snow had padded her landing, but her nose was sore from where it had collided with the stranger's barrel. She stepped back a pace, looking up at the towering filly she'd barreled into. She noticed that the dark girl had dewy eyes, and was making sniffling noises. 

    "Oh dear, I really am sorry. I didn't hurt you, did I?" She babbled in concern. It was almost comical, as she only came up to the Clydesdale girl's shoulder, but she felt genuinely worried that she had somehow managed to injure the sad filly. She danced in place nervously, her red-and-cream tail whipping wildly back and forth. Margaux tried to smile up at the drafty child, her short neck stretching up to look at the bay lass, hoping to reassure her. Oh, she was going to feel absolutely awful if she had done any damage. She had only been trying to have some fun, while Mama was gone...
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    a pocket full of posies; new babies - by fleck - 11-12-2017, 08:20 PM
    RE: a pocket full of posies; new babies - by Margaux - 11-13-2017, 09:12 PM
    RE: a pocket full of posies; new babies - by Zella - 11-16-2017, 11:55 PM
    RE: a pocket full of posies; new babies - by Sefra - 11-17-2017, 01:51 PM



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