where the wind’s like a whetted knife

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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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[open] where the wind’s like a whetted knife

Alija

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12-28-2019, 02:08 PM

Alija gave the purple mare a small friendly smile as she listened to her words. She said "It's a pleasure meeting you. You are very pretty Oceane." The roan girl turned her attention to the stallion and gave him a small smile. Alija said "Its a pleasure meeting you Aodhán. I am looking for grandma Carwyn and my aunt Noah." She had heard that her grandmother had gone missing sometime ago. Her father had been busy watching her aunts and uncles to notice her slip away from his small island in Ischia. She turned her attention back to the older mare and stallion as she waited.

@[Oceane] @[Aodhan] Sorry for the short reply

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