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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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    #1
    Nightfall.

    A shrouded darkness welcomes her back into the living world. There are crickets chirping, a musical sound that she hasn’t heard in years.

    There’s a rustle in the trees, a soft summer breeze.

    She blinks.

    Grass tickles her fetlocks and the sweet scent of wild flowers caresses her face as she looks up toward the star-studded sky with a dreamy smile. The world’s beauty dulled the moment her heart stopped beating and when she could no longer taste the air in her lungs. Life beyond the limitations of Beqanna was easy as she busied herself with Larva’s affection. They had their family, but more importantly, each other.

    But suddenly she is here, without him.

    The gates of death flung open and so many figures of the past flooded through. From afar, Dillan watched, but then her soul was hooked with the others when Shiya’s life was jeopardized like Darling’s. Larva intervened and disappeared among the masses. Inwardly, Dillan hoped he would return to their eternity, but he never did.

    Unable to be away from him, unable to live without her body curled against him, Dillan eventually followed.

    But, still, they are apart.

    There’s a trace of his scent that mingles with the flowers, but she does not see him among the living yet. Her amber eyes drop from the tree tops to the surrounding meadow in confusion. This world is the same, but new – familiar but strange. When she swallows another breath, warmth branches through her entire core and feeds her the strength to step forward, then again and again until she is within the field of wildflowers. Ladybugs and butterflies flutter from their perches as another breeze tousles her mane.

    Dillan doesn’t know why she is here, why they’ve been granted another chance to live, but she drinks in the beauty that she has missed, savoring every sweet moment in fear it will be ripped away from her again.



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    #2
    Bean is stargazing; head tipped up so her unruly mane falls back along her neck. For once, it is out of her eyes as they stare at the many stars dotting the vast nightscape in pure amazement. The kind of amazement that hasn’t been dulled by growing older, even if she is more of a mare than a filly but only just barely. 

    She flicks an ear occasionally at the sound of crickets and the wind in the trees. It’s the best kind of music for a night like this! A wild natural music that rises and falls in a rhythm all its own, that makes Bean want to tap her hooves against the ground. She expects to find fairies dancing in mushroom rings in the trees, except she doesn’t go looking for them.

    The stars are too captivating, spinning and sparkling in a dance that is all their own and soon enough, the little brown horse is moving too. She stays and steps in place, and sometimes her eyes close as she gets caught up in the magic of it all. Who needs magic of their own when this is all around them? A smile finds it place on her lips as she dances in that one spot that is hers for the moment.

    She opens her eyes just in time to watch ladybugs and butterflies flutter up from the flowers surrounding the knees of a pretty gray mare. Bean laughs, her brown eyes full of delight as she dances on over to the gray, who she can see is dappled all over and not just a uniform paleness. 

    “Oh my, they like you!” she chirps pleasantly, as the insects remain fluttering around the gray mare. It could be the perfume of the wildflowers that fills the air that keeps them there, or the life flushing the gray mare anew that Bean doesn’t know about, because since when is resurrection possible?

    Either way, the sight is just so wondrous that Bean had to appreciate it and meet the mare of the moment making it possible. Which okay, maybe she’s attributing a bunch of random things to some magic of the night but it’s Bean and she can do that.

    @[Dillan] couldn’t resist! ❤️
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    #3
    Dillan’s mane falls forward when she lowers her head toward the flowers, brushing her lips across the petals and unsettling another butterfly. A gentle smile dreamily curls the edge of her mouth as she savors the touch of life returning. Each sweet smell and soft touch of a leaf steals more wonder from Dillan than ever before. It’s now, after life was taken from her lungs and somehow restored, that she realizes how much she took for granted.

    She was never ungrateful. No, Dillan treasured each day that she woke up to Larva and their children and each morning that she heard the waterfall roar in the distance.

    But to have lost it all for decades, where her soul lived on in an ethereal world, and then return? Her heart could burst.

    With joy encasing her heart, Dillan is able to hold her smile even as she lifts her head enough to see the young girl over the flower petals. ”I would like to think so, instead of the alternative which is them being angry for disrupting their sleep,” an airy chuckle falls like a whimsical sonnet, a beautiful sound mingling with the chirping crickets. ”There’s something so peaceful and alluring about nightfall, don’t you think?” A deep breath rises in her lungs as she tastes the meadow another time and allows her nutmeg eyes to stray toward the velvety black sky.

    A brisk flash of memories replays, and she sees Larva’s face in the stars, but rather than mention any of her family or all that she misses, she looks down and sweetly says, ”I’m Dillan.” As much as she wants to be surrounded by familiarity, she realizes how new and different Beqanna is. This is a chance of renewal, of second chances.



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