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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


    feel the moon hit the blacktop; rosalinde
    #1
    Alone she stood, watching as the sun dove below the line of the horizon in the west.  Summer and spring had come and gone and the crisper air of autumn shook her as it passed by.  Shivering, she looked skyward again as the milky blue of dusk deepened to midnight, eager to see the first stars come alight on their stage.  Tonight the clouds were as slow as sap in the dead of winter and seemed to be in not much of a hurry to move along.  Catcher scrunched her eyes into a sour expression, as if the pouting twist of her mouth and string of internal begging would suddenly make them change their mind and hurry it up.  Of course they ignored her, but she stayed put all the same, still hopeful to get a peek at some of the brightest flecks of gems that the world beyond could offer.  

    It’s possible that she might’ve been able to dream something up and keep things up to pace with the way she preferred them, but mother’s warning rang stubbornly in her mind.  Multiple times, the aging mare had pegged her for getting lost in the dream world, reminding her that the world she could create when she closed her eyes would never really be living.  The young unicorn would never disregard her mother’s supposed wisdom, but at the same time, she was still a girl and still naive and the ways of the world would have to be learned in her own way.  But that would come later, because tonight her only goal was to feel small against the backdrop of a million glittering specks.  

    And when the last of the stubborn clouds finally parted, she looked up at them as they gazed down upon her.  The fired splashed girl wondered if they were passing judgment, sizing her up and assessing her and debating what she could become or who she could be.  Were they hopeful for her?  Did they wish her all the best on her journey? Did they think she would amount to nothing?  What did they think so far?  Would they end up loving her in the end, no matter what happened?  A part of her scoffed at the thoughts, while another part hoped that she wouldn’t disappoint them.


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    #2
    The bay leopard appaloosa mare made her way through the forest. This had been her home until she and her sisters family left beqanna. This is her first visit since her return and sighed. She smiled when she finally spotted a figure in the distance. She wandered whether or not to approach the figure and after what seemed like a long time of watching the figure she decided to call out. She had called out so that she didn't startle them. Rosalinde began to approach the young filly and gave her a small smile. She said "Hello miss. My name is Rosalinde but please call me Rosa. What is your name?" She looked at the small chick wings on her back and giggled softly to herself.

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    #3
    Consumed by her meandering thoughts, she hadn’t noticed the call from somewhere behind her.  Or nearly hadn’t noticed; not until the newcomer was nearly upon did she hear the settle of footfalls against the pine laden floor.  It wasn’t in time however, to keep her jolting a bit at the sound of a strange voice and her iron hued eyes turned curiously to meet with the approaching mare.  It’s a reaction that is quickly soothed by the mare’s kind demeanor.  She smiles, and Catcher politely returns the gestures with a warm smile of her own.

    Both ears simultaneously switch forward when Rosalinde offers her name.  “It’s nice to meet you Rosa,” the painted girl replies with a gentle dip of her head.  “My name is Catcher.”  The young overo had turned to face the small-winged lady directly with her introduction, but just as quickly, she pivots about again to catch another glimpse of the stars above.    “Are you out this late to look at the stars too?”




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    #4
    The spotted mare noticed that she had still jumped when she approached. She gave her an apologetic smile as she said "Its a pleasure meeting you Catcher. I am sorry for startling you." She began to take in the young chestnut overo fillies appearance. She listened to the young girls words and gave her a smile. She let her gaze drift towards the starry sky and let out a sigh. She had always enjoyed the night sky and then turned back to the overo filly. She said "Yes ma'am I have always enjoyed looking up at the stars."


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