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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


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    [open]  won't let it go down until we torch it ourselves
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    She’d bid farewell to each of her mothers and sisters and to many of her brothers, so by the time Lumina arrives in the shallows of the southern inlet, the sun hovers just above the western horizon. The warm waters had been left behind with her family, and she shivers as the spring breeze pulls at her drenched black mane and her exposed shoulders. Her multicolored hair is thin and sleek, the result of a childhood and adolescence spent on tropical Ischia. Her coat is beautiful - sapphire dapples on white, edged in gold and black – but it serves little purpose this far north. Lothbrok had warned her of this, but the young mare had no time for her eldest brother’s warnings.

    Not when she had an adventure ahead of her.

    Lumina has never met anyone that has been to the Icicle Isle. It is a place that her mothers had heard of, but not a place that any of them had seen. Father had gathered them from all across Beqanna, yet none had ever set foot on the frozen island. Lumina thinks she can understand why – her father would not like this cold grey place. (The thought of him brings a shiver down her spine despite the knowledge that he is well and truly trapped.)

    The four-year old mare takes a deep breath, and she releases it in a soft plume of steam.

    “Hello!” She calls out, her voice pitched to carry over the waves, which she hopes might work over the land as well. Lumina steps forward out of the water, the blue-black fin of her hind end having returned to two strong legs, and enters the Icicle Isle. “Hello?”

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    won't let it go down until we torch it ourselves - by Lumina - 07-21-2020, 06:34 PM



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