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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 // PARTY
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    Bean radiates happiness, much in the same way that a heater radiates heat and if it could go shooting out of her, it might look like sparkly sunlight. Instead it just manifests as a brightness in her brown eyes and a grin so big that it should seem to stretch from ear to ear. She is happier to be met by such enthusiasm, enough to match her own it seems.

    “Oh!” she lets out a little cry of delight the moment she gets a better look at the pearly mare and her lovely fins. “Extraordinary!” comes the breathless exclamation as she inches closer to examine the curious lack of traditional hair and the delicate spines and skin in such a beautiful color. How intricate and beautiful! 

    Her gaze is pulled back to the smile on the mare’s face and her offer to drink, eat, and be merry. Bean did not come to fight, poor thing would lose anyway or chicken out gracelessly. She did come to explore, and maybe graze on some unknown tropical fare… but probably mostly to find treasure of some sort, fancying herself a pirate on these shores.

    Much to see? Oh that caught her attention again! Pirates (and Bean) like things to see and steal, even if it’s not polite to steal from nice hosts. Except Bean doesn’t plan to actually steal anything of much worth anyway, maybe a coconut or a seashell or the pretty lei around her neck that she knows won’t last too long. 

    She peers around the pearly mare at the exact moment the octopus waves a tentacle at her. It causes the little brown mare to emit a happy snort of greeting and surprise before her eyes fly back to her host’s face. “What was that thing that waved at us? Can you show me more like it?”

    Maybe she could take one of those back with her… until she realized it probably needed water like she needed earth underfoot and air all around her. Her smile faltered for a moment at the realization that she couldn’t keep that as a pet or a companion since she wasn’t exactly suited to an aquatic lifestyle herself. She almost huffed until remembering her present company and smiled once more.

    “I’m Bean, by the way.” because that seemed like a perfectly good time to introduce herself after bombarding the other with questions. 

    @[Aquaria] 
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    RE: She sells seashells by the sea shore // PARTY - by bean - 12-17-2019, 10:51 PM



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