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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


    [private]  When did the colors fill in the spaces where there were none?
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    Lillibet



    To Fyr’s credit, he doesn’t goad her into answering his question. The silence between them grows and grows, but never does he poke or prod the silent, pensive Lillibet. It’s not long before she stops noticing their surroundings, her thoughts instead trapped in her gold-striped head. She’d never taken the time to describe her family aloud. Had never had someone ask. Most of those she had interacted with prior to the sinking of the South had known her parents by name, had dealt with one or both of them in some way, and therefore did not need the young Princess of Sylva to explain who they were.

    When she does answer, finally verbalizing the jumbled thoughts in her mind, Fyr proves himself a diligent listener. Little by little, Lillibet finds herself more and more enthralled by what hides beneath the surface of the fire-wielder at her side. For now, she pushes the thought away and only barely registers the flames that dissipate as she concludes her soliloquy. They stand in near darkness, illuminated only by themselves, and accompanied only by the soft flow of the river before them. The ethereal woman blinks quickly in hopes of clearing her golden ees of their glistening, but fails before he notices. The dappled man sidles closer, his shoulder pressed against hers in support as her given nickname lingers softly at the tip of his tongue. Lillibet sighs, leans into him.

    He vows that they will find her family and Lillibet does not miss the gruffness of his voice that has never been there before. Instead of drawing attention to it by connecting her eyes with his, Lillibet looks down at the dust beneath their hooves and simply enjoys the feel of his warm muzzle against her and the whispered promise that follows.

    It’s another long while before the crown of Pangea breaks the silence between them hesitantly, not wanting to ruin the surreality of this moment between them. ”And your family, Fyr? What of them?” He had only ever spoken of Aela, and she had never asked for more. But if there is a good time to ask, she will never find it. And right now seems like the best opportunity she’ll ever get.



    I do not want to move mountains;
    I want the mountains to see me coming
    and to crumble.



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    RE: When did the colors fill in the spaces where there were none? - by Lillibet - 03-12-2022, 08:54 PM



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