08-31-2016, 02:10 PM
"Wait!"she galloped off after her sister."What is it,you can tell me.I don't want you to keep it in."She started crying to."Whatever it Is we will get through it together."
Beqanna
Assailant -- Year 226
"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
winter - pot of cream (and others?)
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