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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


    the sun is shining; nilla-pony
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    Bean is thinking that a nap right now would just be the best thing ever. The hot sun overhead makes her feel warm all over and drowsy. If the smile on her face is anything to go by, it echoes that sleepy happiness that she feels. So she folds her legs beneath her but this position just doesn’t feel comfortable enough. 

    She rolls over onto her side so that her cheek is on a pillow of grass. It feels much better and she sure is sleepy enough but the nap eludes her. Bean frowns, scooches further into the grass and dirt as if that will make it more suitable. It’s not that it isn’t but she feels restless now instead of sleepy.

    “Oh bother!” she mutters under her breath before rolling over onto her back. She maintains that pose for a moment before her fat little belly pulls her back onto her side, thanks to the gravitational pull. Still not satisfied but somehow a little more comfy, Bean decides to sky gaze. 

    It is the perfect pastime! Finding shapes in the clouds or even counting them should also make her sleepy. She can feel that nap time goodness stealing over but also a measure of hesitation - what if a really neat cloud goes by and she gets all excited? Why, then there goes her nap! Perhaps looking at the clouds will just be darn useless.

    She harrumphed, and blew little bits of broken grass around on the ground. Even caused a dandelion to sway which attracted the attention of a fat bumblebee. It wasn’t one of the wish-upon-a-puffball kinds of dandelion, it was one of the bright yellow ones. The bee buzzed and flew and Bean followed it with her eyes until she was cross-eyed and yawning.

    Yay, nap time! 
    Oops, not quite as the ground shakes under her head. 

    Not like earthquake-level, just minor little reverberations that suggest someone is walking near her. Bean snorts, lifts her head a little and says, “Do you mind? I’m trying to nap here!” but there’s no anger in that boring brown face. There just might be an impish gleam in her brown eyes and a grin curling about her lips, like she’s the only one that gets the joke.

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    Aodhán
    little fire
    All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
    Driven out by Loessians. That’s what it feels like. First, there’s Noah’s obvious surprise at his staying like he promised, and without further challenges, also as promised, then there was the addition of the Loessian King’s little sister, whispering about how he might not be trusted (bugs have ears too, thankfully), as if Noah would be foolish to even listen to him. Now another diplomat visiting. She might have no bad intentions, but certainly it was a reminder that they were sworn to Loess and no other. They just started to get under his skin.

    He flies away quickly on a sunny morning, soaring through the sky as if in a hurry. His eagle form takes him through Beqanna rather quickly, and the meadow where he goes to is a welcome sight for sore eyes.

    He lands in a tree, spotting spare horses left and right until he settled on a peculiarly brown one. It’s not that she stands out - not at all - but perhaps that is what drew his eye to her in the moment? After all, so many horses around - himself included - have some sort of rare coat or a fancy coloured addition.

    He shifts, lazily buzzing nearby her to investigate. She seems tired of the late-summer sun, and for that he can’t quite blame her. Nope, she seems perfectly normal. A little small even, perhaps, but he can’t be quite sure because she’s laying down. He buzzes away to the next flower, pollinating a few more, a bit farther away - it certainly can’t hurt to help nature a little bit while he’s in this form - before shifting into horse form. Shaking his body and taking a few steps to get back into it, he suddenly notices that he was perhaps too close to her still.

    She notices as well. Do you mind? I’m trying to nap here. ”Oops, sorry ma’am.” He shows her a quick apologetic grin, sidestepping a bit to give her some space.

    Emerald orbs observe her on the ground, making him wonder if she’ll go back to her nap or come up to greet him. He’ll soon know to move on or stay and talk a little, he supposes.


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