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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


    [open]  June suns, you cannot store them, to warm the winter’s cold
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    Cormorant had been lazing in the bay. The water was cooler than the air above, and he found it easy to rest off shore on days like this. Far away from the chaos of the surface world. No, it was far nicer here, nestled into the soft sand and watching the sunlight filter to the sea floor. The sea colored stallion blinked sleepily as shadows flickered through the dancing water, birds coming between him and the sun. 

    It was perfect, or very close to it, and he was seriously considering spending the whole day down here, when a rumble of sound broke his plans. It echoed from the surface, loud and insistent, and Cormorant groaned in reply. That definitely sounded like the kind of thing his mother would chew him out for not looking into. 

    With a fizzy sigh, the slick skinned fellow rolled to his feet. May as well get on with it. He walked along the sandy seabed, avoiding rocks and propelling himself forward every few paces with a flick of his rudder tail. The land sloped upward with a steady incline, until his head broke the surface. The rest of him quickly followed, rubbery dorsal fin leaning over his back slightly without the water's support. 

    Shedding water onto the beach, Cormorant trotted forward, looking for the source of the earth-shaking sound. It wasn't a volcano, he would have felt that beneath the waves. Still, it was loud enough to get attention. Even his. Nose in the wind, he breathed in. Blinked. Inhaled again. Suddenly his steps had urgency to them, his gait breaking into a thudding canter on the sand. 

    As soon as the pair of winged stallions on the beach came into view, the sea bound fellow let out a ringing bugle. "Al! Alcinder!" His heart leapt to see his friend, not particularly caring who he was with. Sand flew from his feet as the last few meters were eaten up, and he came to a sliding halt before the blue painted boy. With a nicker of greeting he bumped his nose against Alcinder's, prancing feet unable to stay still. 

    "You're here! Is everything alright? Your dam, is she well?" He couldn't help the words from spilling out in a torrent. Grinning madly, he spun a circle in the sand. This was so much better than he'd expected from his day. From any day since they'd left Loess behind. At last he came to a rest, still smiling. How could he not smile, when his best friend had so suddenly come back into his life? When his heart was so suddenly whole. 

    He laughed abashedly, turning to the brown winged stallion in Alcinder's company. "Sorry, it's just that it's been ages since we saw each other last. I'm Cormorant." His tail batted at the air happily. 

    @[Leilan] @[Alcinder]
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    RE: June suns, you cannot store them, to warm the winter’s cold - by Cormorant - 06-19-2020, 10:34 AM



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