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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 // Any
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    Secretly, she is pleased that he doesn't seem interested in deeper knowledge of her family's status. It's a good family, and she's thankful everyday that she was born to the parents she was. But it still felt intimate to go into detail with someone she'd only just met. 

    Her smile is sincere, even if she doesn't say what it's for. Instead she grasps his question enthusiastically, happy to at last be on a subject she is fully secure in. The sea. She nodded brightly, a little bounce lifting her forefeet from the sand. "Mhmm! Want to see?" 

    She didn't wait for an answer. Instead she skipped in her unique high step, taking care to leave a wide berth around the touch-shy drake. The water lapped at the golden sand temptingly, beckoning the sea mare forth. With a splash, she waded in. 

    A thin film of water rose up to coat her skin, the sunlight glinting a sharp reflection. Like the water at her feet, a wash of scales rushed over her, taking dappled hair and replacing it with light armor in gold and white. The flecked membranes of her mane and tail tossed and flowed until the sleek fins hung to swirl in the waves. 

    Looking back up the beach to where this Terin stood, she silently called the water to her, asked it to rise in a chain of aqueous bubbles to follow her back to him. She laughed lightly, watching the bubbles dance in the air, throwing rainbows on the sand when the light hit them just right. They flowed through a series of patterns at her request. With a little more concentration, she got the air borne brine to merge into a single, large orb. It spun between them, distorting her view of the the dragon in it's convex heart. 

    With a light sigh, released the water to splash back against the sand. It would find its way home she knew. Water always did. Panting slightly with the effort of her display, her deep eyes sought his. It didn't matter what others thought of her. Not really. But she couldn't help but hope that they liked her anyway. Even strange dragons who found her on the beach. 

    @[Terin]
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