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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


    [open]  The things we leave behind (Ruinam, Any)
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    -Adria-

    Ischia’s neighbor is close enough for comfort, so close in fact that Adria can swim to her shores in the short span of half an hour. She’s not in a rush. Eva is home and safe, no doubt secretly trying to befriend the wild parrots or discovering the hidden treasures Adria had found herself as a child, growing up there. 

    The vermillion mare left her with a hug and little else, knowing that she could implicitly trust her adopted daughter to do the right thing in any given occasion. Finding Eva had been such a bright ray of light in Adria’s life, one that gave her much-needed direction and returned the love she’d so desperately been seeking in all the wrong places, and that chance encounter had only led to more good fortune since her return home.

    Gently easing her way through the clear blue sea, past healthy coral and out into the calm deep between Ischia and Island Resort, Adria reflected just how much things had changed since her return to the place she’d been born in. There were things to be done now, and one of those was venturing northeast in order to better acquaint herself with her new neighbors and whoever might be leading them.

    Soon enough, the shoreline of the Resort begins to rise as a gray shape from the bottom of the sea. Like Ischia, it hosts a reef as well; a sort of barrier from storms and strong surf, but once past it, the shallow water seems much more clear and a bit cooler than her homeland’s. Rising from the glass sea, Adria sprays a fine mist from her nostrils and flicks her ears clear of any residual wetness before glancing towards the land.

    Her mane, hanging in sodden waves across her neck and shoulders, still semi-floats even as she nears the beach. It trails to an impossible length, like her tail, and looks a bit darker and a bit more natural against her otherwise bright, scaled skin. She is undoubtedly lovely: beauty is as much her nature as being part of the water, and that elegance transfers to her voice when it rings out pleasantly in hopes of finding someone nearby.

    Oh my love, don't forsake me; Take what the water gave me



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    The things we leave behind (Ruinam, Any) - by Adria - 05-13-2019, 12:38 AM



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