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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


    with all the pretty flowers in the dust
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    The only problem with being the ninth child, was well, being the ninth child. Her siblings were all older, had their own lives, responsibilities. Mom and Dad were equally busy. That left Sarkis bored out of her little mind for the most part. An undoubtedly awful predicament for the boisterous young girl.

    In all actuality, the games served no purpose other than for entertainment. Jungle days were long when there was nothing to do, so she simply found things to occupy her time. Sometimes when she hid, someone would chance by her, and she would unrelentingly convince them to play. There was however that little problem with her being such a good hider, it would take her new playmates forever to find her. Often they didn't find her at all, and so she would have to start all over again.

    Her eyes brighten as the new girl let's on that she knows some places to explore. That sounded right up her alley, she loved to explore." Oh yes please. You can be the leader since you know the way." she said brightly, smiling up at the other. What a wonderful thing to be born green, at least, Sarkis thought so. "Oh wow, really? Well that's super lucky. I bet your mom is proud."

    The little roan had no inclination that someone might not have a mother. She didn't even know that was a possibility, she simply thought everyone had theirs around. Somewhere at least. Her hazel eyes follow as the spruce colored female briefly walks away, on her return she carries purple flowers. Sarkis thought they were lovely, and was simply giddy when they were placed in her ruffled tresses. She couldn't see them, but they made her feel beautiful.

    "Thank you. Lucetta. I like you!"she was glad to have something to call her new friend, else their games might get rather confusing. She could have of course made one up, but it was much easier this way. "You can be my friend, then we won't have to play by ourselves. That will be good won't it?" She didn't know what else it could be if it wasn't good, but she left Lucetta room to state otherwise.
     



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