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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 // ratty pony
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    The river is a long way from home, yet it feels like the place to be today. She swam most of the morning to reach the southern deltas where salt and fresh water melded into brackish murk. In the spring time, this area would be flooded with snowmelt. Now though, summer was at its zenith, and soon would be slipping into a cooler autumn. The broad plain was muddy and shallow, coating the sea mare's legs to the knees in thick silt. 

    She was thankful to reach the river proper, where water flowed in one united current deeper than the flood plain allowed for. She stood in a slower eddie a ways upriver, letting the flow wrap her legs in a cleansing embrace. 

    It was pretty here, with the deep emerald trees spinning the occasional leaf into the river. Golden sunlight filtered through them to dapple the water and her own pearlescent scales with warmth and shadow. After her swim, it was wonderful to rest in the summer heat. 

    She'd had a lot on her mind lately. A long swim and a nice quiet afternoon seemed to be exactly what she'd needed to get her spirits lifted. Maybe she'd wander a bit later, try to find friends or just something she'd never seen before. Anything was possible on an afternoon like this. 

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    She sells seashells by the sea shore // ratty pony - by Aquaria - 10-14-2019, 03:42 PM



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