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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


    She sells seashells by the sea shore // Any
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    Her quiet repose on the surface of the sea is in stark contrast to his paddling strokes keeping him afloat. The way his wings seem to bob on the water is sweet, though. He reminds her of an albatross, large and bouyant in those rare times when they leave the sky. 

    It's a relief when he laughs at her display, water running down the length of his nose and dripping from his forelock. "I wish you could come see it. The sea bed is a beautiful place, never the same twice." Her voice is a little wistful as she answers him, revisiting her daydreams about home. His lack of grace in the water seems to be catching up with him, though, and she realizes that perhaps drowning isn't so far fetched for someone so foreign to the water as he. 

    "Here..." She starts, grabbing at the water's pull again. They've drifted a ways away from the sand, and she has to work a bit harder now to convince the sea to help her. After a moment, it responds, and a scoop of saltwater moves beneath them. 

    "Now just relax and let the water move you!" She suggested as they began to slide faster toward the growing strip of beach. A large wave built beneath them, lifting the pair higher than the sand as it rumbled inward. The sea took the initiative from her once it got going, slipping out of her control. 

    Foamy white caps frothed as they crested like the sea horses of old, only to be spilt onto shore. She made the landing as smooth as possible, even after the sea had taken over direction of the wave. Cool water swirled around them, tried to pull them back out as it drained from the beach around where it had deposited them. As quickly as it had been, the wave vanished. 

    Aquaria had leapt like a dolphin at the last moment, landing on her feet as the wave receded from her feet. A quick shake shed her cloak of sea and scales, leaving the sea mare pale and golden on the beach. She breathed the salt sweet air with lungs instead of gills. Grinning with the thrill of the ride they'd just taken, she spun about to find her new friend. 

    "Hello Pteron, very nice to meet you. I'm Aquaria," she chimed. Hopefully he'd be more comfortable now that he didn't have to keep his mind on not drowning. 

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