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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


    it is nothing more than a memory; baptiste
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    It's a bright day when she steps into the meadow. Overhead the skies are bright and blue the only hint of clouds off to the west where a distant thunder rumbled, threatening to bring rain into the late hours of Beqanna. The grasses are a deep emerald green as the dance along with the wind, a rippling effect running across their tips towards the rivers edge. It was a beautiful summers day, one that called the restless souls into the sun's gaze so that they can enjoy the warmth of the rays against their solid backs.

    It is exactly what has drawn Marjorie into the open meadow, and as the sun's rays press against her loudly colored back she sighs softly in content, grateful for the chance to enjoy the nice weather before the storms made their way in to push the living back into the darkness of the forests. "This is nice," she whispers under her breath. It has been a long time since she has been able to relax and ignore the persistent need to find her son. For once, just once, she needed a day where she could be somewhat happy despite the pain of his disappearance.

    So many hours had been spent searching, yet nothing had led to his discovery. At least not yet. Someday she knew she would find him. She had to. But for now she would rest and remind herself that despite what happens she must remain the happy and kindhearted person she was. She couldn't allow herself to be swallowed by the pain that swelled deep within. Looking up and across the meadow she glances from group to group, watching the others as the spoke amongst one another, the sounds of their eager voices full of laughter and love and even sometimes distrust making a smile tug at the corners of her lips.

    They are all so carefree, so involved with their own lives that they are missing the beauty of the day that surrounds them. But that's not necessarily a bad thing. It leaves her to enjoy it in peace, without unnecessary distraction. Slowly she steps forward, further into the sun's light and with gentle ease her striped legs carry her through the dark green grasses towards the river's edge. With a sudden thought she had decided that being near the water would make the day even nicer. Not only that but it was the perfect place to take a quick nap.

    I can guide you if you feel blind. I just need you to be willing to journey into my ill mind.
    marjorie


    @[Baptiste],
    sorry about this :| give me a chance to work into it. I need to fully figure her out. <3
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    it is nothing more than a memory; baptiste - by marjorie - 04-02-2017, 07:45 PM



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