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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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    [private]  society, you're a crazy breed; nashua/any islanders
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    it's a mystery to me
    we have a greed with which we have agreed. you think you have to want more than you need; until you have it all you won't be free. and when you think more than you want, your thoughts begin to bleed.
    Although Wishbone knows her children could shift into animals that would keep them much warmer than their natural skin, she encourages them to stay home for this trip. The trek to Icicle Isle is much longer than other trips they’ve been on, and she is much more urgent in getting there compared to their casual outings to the common lands. Perhaps it is her anxiety, but Wishbone feels like this visit is rather time-sensitive.

    She cannot ignore the simple way Gale entered Tephra on two occasions, and Wishbone’s stomach twists to think that her family remains so exposed. Tephra is a kingdom, meant to be powerful and respected, and she thinks she has let her kingdom down. This isn’t the first time she’s failed as a queen — Nerine had once called her a Khaleesi, but that crown had fallen too heavy upon her young head. She’s older now, more experienced in the darker ways of the world, and yet she still fails.

    So she vows to change things. She won’t remain quiet and stay at home while her family’s lives and her kingdom’s lives remain in danger. Wishbone leaves the twins with Svedka this time, explaining that their uncle will give them a fun day even though they can’t come with her. She looks into each of their bi-colored eyes, watches the confusion and hurt swim in the depths of their gazes, and kisses them each on the forehead before leaving.

    The purple mare welcomes the cooler weather as she travels north, and she pauses to rest for a few moments once she’s in Nerine. Her old kingdom is a comfort, and Wishbone brushes her nose against a granite rock as she thinks about all she’s endured since her time among the cliffs. But she doesn’t stop long, only using enough time to build a bridge made from skeletons so she can cross the ocean without swimming. It saps her new magics, and Wishbone knows she’ll have to swim on her way back.

    She pushes that thought back, knowing that there are more pressing things to attend to. The purple queen waits at Icicle Isle’s southern beach, letting a call for their ruler fall from her mouth.
    credit to eliza of adoxography.


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    Anyone from Icicle Isle is welcome to join too!
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    society, you're a crazy breed; nashua/any islanders - by Wishbone - 06-30-2021, 06:19 PM



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