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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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    It was a day that began like any other. Catlin woke amongst the dew-covered trees. She ate the new vegetation that had sprouted overnight, and her morning walk traced the same overgrown trail. Catlin had subjected herself to years of solitude. It began as an intentional year of “finding herself” then it grew into several years of predictability.  If asked she would say it was accidental, but truthfully she found solace in the monotony.
     
    The dun mare strolled through the field with mild purpose. She often eased dropped on some of the recruitment talks. She found them interesting, and in review she often criticized certain tactics used to lure the desired specimen. Never did Catlin believe that she would engage in such a conversation. She was happy to be by herself, to be free, right? The question gave her pause, and her left hoof stuck to the ground while her body pushed forward. She stumbled over her steps and nearly dropped to the grass. In recovery she breathed heavily to catch her breath. Today began the same, but a hole had formed in her future- maybe it wasn’t all bad to be amongst others.
     
    For the first time Catlin did not finish her morning walk, instead she stepped from the well-worn trail and settled in the field. Nervously she looked for others like herself or for the intentional recruiters that often came searching.
     
    catlin
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    Here it comes with no warning; capsize, i'm first in the water
    There had been months, and even years that had separated her from the only world she had known. She had found herself in the shadows and outskirts of a strange, unknown world. There in that new world, she had lost herself. Lucrezia had searched for who and what she was—no, she ran from it. She wasted days away from a world, the sandy dune kingdom, that she knows she could have better luck in. Before the Reckoning, she knows she likely could have found herself.

    She could have stopped it too.
    But she did not.
    It was always too late, always out of time.

    Lucrezia feels the nip of winter on her back. It rushes up her spine and sends her shivering violently. She stands in the field, as winter arrived not too long ago, with nutmeg eyes glance here and there. Her body is not prepared for such a season like this. No, Lucrezia was from a far warmer climate that was humid and filled with warmth all year around. But, despite all of this, she does not press away from doing what feels right most in her heart. It is a rhythm and habit to come to the field almost every day now, just as her heartbeats and her lungs fill her body with life.

    Her movements are forward now, carrying her champagne body in no particular direction in the field. She is simply searching and seeking out whatever she might find. Lucrezia believed that fate would allow someone to come to her (or she might find them) if today was her day.

    And it was.

    She spots the mare—a normal red dun, but with strange orange markings on her legs and a feather tucked behind her ear. The feather intrigues her more. Lucrezia had feather-like mane and tail of peafowl autumn coloring. It had made her stand out against most others, just as these features of this stranger does too. So with a soft smile and curious heart, she makes her way to the mare.

    “Hello,” she says when she comes in speaking distance to the mare. Lucrezia comes to a stop in comforting distance, not too familiar but still friendly and minding the space of the other mare. “A lovely morning is it not?” Her head tilts to the side and her eyes light up with warmth. “I’m Lucrezia.” She then falls silent but still keeps a soft smile on her fair colored lips.
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    Catlin could feel the beat of her heart burst within her chest. She shuffled her hooves and made manic art in the dirt beneath her. Anxiety was a foreign feeling for the dun mare. She often sought familiarity and comfort rather then the out of the box experience. Today was an exception. She had decided that it would be just a moment before, and Catlin was no quitter.

    It took but a thousand breaths before another horse approached her. It appeared to be a mare of outstanding beauty. The feathers that flowed from her neck and fluttered behind her were exquisite. Catlin followed the movement they made as wind brushed past them. The dun mare had only one keepsake feather whereas the mare before her bestowed hundreds. Hello the bird-horse said, and Catlin merely redirected her attention to the mares eyes. ”Hhh-i” She stammered nervously.

    The mare continued with pleasantries, and Catlin chastised her nervousness in her head. It was crucial that she acted normal, alluring, desirable. ”Yes a lovely morning it is” She replied with a forced, awkward smile. ”Nice to meet you, Lucrezia. I am Catlin.” Yes, yes now we are acting normal Catlin excitedly thought. ”Are you homeless, like I?”
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    Here it comes with no warning; capsize, i'm first in the water
    Lucrezia has always sought quite the opposite than the red dun mare. She has sought out unfamiliar places because her heart yearned for adventure and her mind thirsted for knowledge of the world. At one point it had been quite addicting for her to know and see everything and all. And she has never been so thankful for having such a curious nature as she has learned so much and continues to do so.

    As for anxiety, Lucrezia has experienced it at one time not so long ago. The world had changed and she had lost a majority of those she had loved and a place she had called home. She had not known which way to go and what to do with her self. A part of her had been taken away and vanished with the rest of the world, especially when the flood came and drowned her sandy home.

    She had to rebuild herself and learn to fill the empty places within her heart. It had been a hard task and a lot of self-coaching, but she had been one of the lucky ones. Lucrezia had found a new friend and new home thanks to him. Magnus then became a dear friend and so did the land of Tephra.

    Maybe that is another reason why she comes to this place so often. She wants to help others find their own place in this new emerging world. It could be a scary place, she admitted. And no one deserved to walk it alone.

    Lucrezia feels the gentle breeze of the wind push against her. It pushes her mane and tail, feathers dancing with the wind as well. However, her attention to the mare does not falter away. Her smile widens when the red dun greets her back. She notices the stammer but simply does not say anything about it.

    “It’s nice to meet you as well, Catlin.” She responds back and allows herself to fall into a comfortable position as the other mare directs another question at her. “Homeless?” Her smile widens. “No, not anymore.” Tephra was here home, her forever home. “Are you? Is that why you are here?” She did not want to make the mistake that this might be another recruiter from another land. Lucrezia had done that before and it was an easy mistake to make considering all the new faces in Beqanna these days.
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