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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


    drink thy poison lightly; any [deserts competition meet & greet]
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    Comfortably, the stranger settles herself in beneath the shade. Though they remain close in the dulled fingers spread beneath the leaves to the tree, both mares seem at perfect ease within each others company. Pevensie, for one, is most glad to remain in the stretches of the shadow, cooler and less exposed, where she can better protect her daughter from the harshest light of the day.

    Engelsfors - a foreign sounding name, though perhaps Pevensie sounds just as strange to a foreign tongue. She muses briefly over the idea, wondering how her name sounded amongst the Desert sands. It was conjured many moons ago, in the Falls, for a different climate and a very different time. Probably, if she had been born now, she would be called something very different. Just as she named her child Ketterley, after tradition, she wondering if new traditions are made in the same way. Perhaps that is what created this strangers name.

    Then the palomino mares' attentions drift upwards, to the source of their shade and comfort. It brings a soft, gentle frown upon the buckskin Queens features, squinting up into the bows of the tree. She knows the story well, of why it is here, though she also knows it is not a necessarily a happy one.

    "It was created by love. An immortal Queen, bore her love away to a mortal man. A Beren and Luthien, torn asunder by the oldest of promises - death. When Beren was taken from her, in her grief, Luthien created a garden. At the centre, where he fell, remains this tree. As it always shall be now, as a reminder that death is not the end, that life can only endure. Mostly though, as a place I suppose for her to grieve. A place to gather her thoughts," Pevensie explains in gentle, muted, respectful tones. She knows fine well that Yael built this magical place, but it did not seem right to name her. Almost as if Pev were trying to rob her of precious memories, or happier times.

    She smiles softly though after, turning back to the mare to try and lighten the mood a little "Tell me, do you have any such places in the Chamber? I have visited, but not for a long time ago now. A very long time ago."









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    RE: drink thy poison lightly; any [deserts competition meet & greet] - by Pevensie - 07-07-2015, 03:21 PM



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