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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


    their silent thunder matches mine; any
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    Eurwen
    in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows
    Adna looks a little scared, and a little scary at the same time. Especially when the young mare had responded to her approach, Eurwen noticed. Her voice is tight when she says hello, when she tells the rosy-golden girl about her dad having scales. The filly is reminded of her own family, though none of her father’s children have the scales, she thinks. But the way that.... Adna, talked about her dad, Eurwen doesn’t want to bring up her own. ”I look like Mama, I think. Maybe a bit of both.” she concludes, and figures the topic had better end there.

    To the Knabstrup hybrid girl, the world doesn’t hold too many dangerous horses - not that there aren’t monsters though (there were some in the Cove - horse-eating monsters), but surely horses eating eachother is a bridge too far. Even though her Papa has teeth that could shred someone apart, he tries to maintain a vegetarian diet as far as she knows.

    But monsters are real. Horses with magic are real too, she knows - she has been granted some of her own, because the stone fairy wasn’t a monster. Magic with which to defend.... or attack. She could do both, even if she might not think of attacking anyone by herself.

    Adna, then, looks more interesting than that she looks like a threat, currently. It’s probably stupid of her to assume she might not harm her, the spotted girl knows. But Eurwen is also stubborn enough not to want to budge.

    Besides, she looks like she could use a friend. Oh, and a home maybe. That’s what the Field is for, after all, right? ”I’m going to Nerine,” she says then. ”Want to walk together?”

    lies the seed that with the sun's love
    in the spring becomes the rose


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    their silent thunder matches mine; any - by adna - 01-12-2019, 05:00 PM
    RE: their silent thunder matches mine; any - by Eurwen - 01-18-2019, 11:23 AM



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