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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


    Like a moth into flame, I consecrate the pain; Ghaul, Lilliana, any
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    Her face is made up of introspective angles and the planes of them are lined with concern as they make their way from Nerine to Pangea. It’s a journey that is primarily made of following the River and then into Hyaline - a portion of the trip where Lilliana falls deeper into her thoughts and more into an eager stride with Brazen - before the mountains give way to the rifts of red canyons and the River becomes a trickling memory.

    There are things, thoughts that are lingering in the back of Lilliana’s mind to say to Brazen, but what is there to say when there is an inferno burning behind her eyes? Lilliana knows that look - knows what that look is capable of doing - and so she offers the steady support of silence instead, the warmth of her shoulder as it follows in fervent step with her friend. 

    Even if Lilliana has no words of comfort to offer, she can at least offer her presence. The Diplomat doesn’t know Brinly but the affection that Brazen has for her is enough for Lilliana to start formulating a plan; it's the reminder of Brine and the promise she made (that she would be safe in Nerine, that Ruth would be safe in Taiga) that spins the wheels of it.

    They stop at the border of Pangea with Brazen’s armor lightly jabbing in Lilliana’s shoulder and to give a moment of quiet consolation to her friend as she sighs, the chestnut mare grazes the neck of her traveling companion in reassurance. Lilli’s eyes glance up to meet Brazen’s and they flash - an unspoken message. There will be no leaving Pangea without Brinly and Brine. If they aren’t here, then they will simply move on from kingdom to kingdom until they are found.

    Promise.

    When he approaches, she finds herself drawing closer to Brazen. He is horns and scales and serrated edges - something Lilliana has never seen before all in one creature and she has to school herself like a green filly to stand still, to not let her skin shiver and fear roll off in her waves.

    She might not be a fighter as Brazen is but when the approaching stallion introduces himself as the heir of Pangea, the chestnut returns his introduction an incandescent smile. Her words become her shield. "Ghaul,” she says, trying out the word and feeling like it reflects the dust around them. "I am Lilliana,” and with a nod to Brazen, Lilli gives a moment for the other mare to introduce herself. He can probably smell the cliffs and salt on them but that doesn’t stop her from adding, "We come from Nerine.”

    At his question of their purpose here, she chooses her words carefully and looks to Brazen before speaking. "We came to learn about the leadership in Pangea and to see if there was any knowledge of two missing Nerinian mares that might have.. come this way,” she grins back at him in reply, something impish sparking behind her blue eyes. Not yet, she thinks. Not until they are certain. "Lead the way," she motions with the indication that they will follow. With another knowing look to Brazen, she takes her first steps and her ears prick forward. And then she light-heartedly states (as if they might speak of a Pangean summer or the lonely ledges of Nerine), "And you can tell us if you know anything of Brinly or Brine."

    @[Brazen]
    but it's all in the past, love
    it's all gone with the wind
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    RE: Like a moth into flame, I consecrate the pain; Ghaul, Lilliana, any - by lilliana - 02-19-2020, 03:18 PM



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