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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


    never follow a butterfly; any
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    Fall’s tepid temperatures brought welcome winds through the trees, cooling his backside, waking his mind. It found it far easier to drowse when one was much too hot, than when there was a chill in the air. This though, this was the perfect mild temperatures of the season, one of his favorite.

    Weir had a lot of favorites though, perhaps he didn’t even have what was considered ‘favorite’, but just a general liking for many things. Sometimes he wasn’t sure how anyone could choose just one thing to favor, because there were so many admirable qualities to any given object, or thought. The young girl seems set on the notion that this mare is indeed a butterfly, and since there was to be no course to convince her otherwise, he thought he would just play along. A playful thought conjured up into his think box before he relays it to the small group. ”Of course the Guild of butterflies does have many a secret, can’t be sure they would reveal them all.” He says nonchalantly while giving a pointed look from Illae to Rhy, as if to suggest this was one such creature. That the paint could indeed by a butterfly in disguise, that her and herpeople were guarding some special secret from them both.

    It would seem their adventure had gotten quite a bit larger as Illae displays uncertainty when asked which way she may have come. The youngling turning from tree to tree, each ones long forking branches similar to the next. The teak-brown forest’s low hanging boughs drawing towards the leaf littered floor. The roan takes on a thoughtful expression, resting a leg as he does so, his amber eyes focused into the distance. ”Time moves in one direction, memory in another. It seems we are at the beginnings of a great adventure, if you ladies are up for it?”He proclaims with an excited tone, all while inquiring of the two if they were made of the right stuff. He was sure that working together, they could all find the filly’s home, and in turn her mother. Surely she was missed by now, though he did not know where she resided, he did know from which direction she had entered the wood from.

    Eclectic Vagabond of the Dale
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    Messages In This Thread
    never follow a butterfly; any - by Illae - 07-21-2015, 09:51 PM
    RE: never follow a butterfly; any - by Rhy - 07-22-2015, 09:28 AM
    RE: never follow a butterfly; any - by Weir - 07-22-2015, 11:25 AM
    RE: never follow a butterfly; any - by Illae - 07-22-2015, 11:00 PM
    RE: never follow a butterfly; any - by Rhy - 07-23-2015, 09:21 AM
    RE: never follow a butterfly; any - by Weir - 07-24-2015, 06:18 PM
    RE: never follow a butterfly; any - by Illae - 07-25-2015, 11:13 PM
    RE: never follow a butterfly; any - by Rhy - 07-29-2015, 08:03 AM
    RE: never follow a butterfly; any - by Weir - 08-02-2015, 08:33 AM



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