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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


    Bronsonn;
    #1
    An old soul with young eyes, a vintage heart, and a beautiful mind


    Cyprin peers up. The clouds roll overhead, but the day is still bright and the sky still blue. A serene grin stretches across her lips as she blinks away and observes first the summit hugging their shared border with Hyaline, then toward the trees of Taiga. There is life at every corner of Loess, the air buzzing with voices and laughter that lulls Cyprin into a cradling reassurance. Castile claims that trouble is crawling toward them, edging closer each time he turns his back. But how, she wonders, can darkness loom when the days are seemingly so bright and prosperous?

    Her heart is light as a feather, soaring as high as the clouds since pressing herself into the loving embraces of her family. Their unnatural body heat still faintly kisses her skin, a reminder of both what she is and what she isn’t. Not a dragon, she once affirmed to her brother, but still of dragon blood. She has accepted it, still proud of her own strengths and uniqueness among them. Being wedged among them solidified her gratitude for them, her longing for their voices and adoration. Where a hole was gaping in her heart, an easy solution provided itself: family.

    But there is one that she is incomplete without. One that fits against her perfectly and makes the world so seemingly right.

    Uncertain of his whereabouts, tendrils of magic sink into the soil and into the rocks. Amusement flashes across her bright, intelligent eyes when a small golem is created. Its eyeless face regards her. She angles her pretty face and quietly whispers, ”Find Bronsonn, will you, dear?” It immediately rolls away in pursuit of her twin. She doesn’t know how it will bring them together, nor how slow or fast the process will be. In her brief wait, she observes Loess from the crest of a small knoll with the sun glistening off her back.

    In her serenity, she is unaware of the small rock creature detaching its own lump of a limb to throw at Bronsonn. It instigates the dragon, bumping and throwing pebbles before cartwheeling away to where Cyprin regally stands.

    Only when she hears him and sees him does her magic release itself. She pivots and merrily closes the remaining distance so that her face may press against the broad plane of his neck. ”I’m so happy you’re here,” her whisper is delicate as a flower as she shuts her eyes to savor these intimate moments with her twin. 


    Cyprin
    lior and nayl

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     @[Bronsonn]




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