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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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    [private]  darling, everything's on fire; saphris
    #1
    dove
    LOVE COULD BE LABELED POISON AND WE'D DRINK IT ANYWAYS.
    She doesn’t think she has ever shown her fairy dust to anyone else, and there is a secret delight at being able to show him. Dissolving in a rush of sparkling dust was one of the few things she liked about herself – it made her feel like she had the ability to turn into actual magic, into some physical representation of something that was usually invisible and intangible. She shows him, disappearing into a cloud of glittering pieces to swirl around him, before returning as herself with a laugh and bright, shining eyes. She didn’t use it all that often, since she rarely had anywhere else to go, and when she did, it was with Draco. It felt strange to be going somewhere without him, but she did her best to swallow that guilt away.

    She is sure they would be back before her twin even notices she was gone.

    She has never been anywhere besides Loess, Pangea, and Sylva, but she knows that they are going north. She follows Saphris, as nothing but a trailing, shimmering streak, following the feel of the electricity that hums from him. This was the furthest she has ever gone using her fairy dust, and when the pair finally lands and she is again solid and standing, she is momentarily disoriented, and almost breathless.

    The sight of the charred land does little to ease her confusion. It was, indeed, bitterly cold, but it was not quite the winter landscape she had been anticipating, and so she assumes this was not it. “Why did we stop here?” She asks him in that high and sweet voice of hers, her navy blue eyes looking to him curiously.


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    #2
    When she told him her means of flying was different, he still hadn't imagined her dissolving into a glittering mist that ebbed and flowed around him before resolving again into herself. His mouth hung open for a moment, wonder lighting his eyes as he absorbed what he'd just seen. 

    "You really are just pure starlight, aren't you?" He asked, something like reverence in his voice. He didn't know yet what it meant to worship, but had a feeling that girls made of light and sadness were the kind of thing that would teach him. Ah, but they have places to be and things to see before the day is done, and so he finds his lessons in holy beauty postponed. 

    Flying North feels as easy as walking with the wind at their backs. The streak of shimmering light that he can still hardly believe is really Dove follows him like a comet's tail through the clear skies. His heart leaps as it always does when he's airborne. This time, however, it is made even more wonderful with the knowledge that he is not alone. Today, he has someone, and that is as magical as flight. 

    The exalted mood draws down a bit as the rugged outline of the island they're after comes into view. It's not shining like he was expecting it to. Instead, a haze of steam and smoke obscures the land, blurring it until they're quite near. And when he brings them into a spiral landing pattern, the earth below is not what he thought it would be. 

    Black, grey, muddy brown. The island is a mess of charred trees and melted ice, a far cry from the beauty he'd promised. Hooves sticking in the thick, icy mud, his mouth took on a grim set as Dove whirled back into form beside him. One broad feathered wing slid out to balance her when she looked unsteady, and a wince of dismay cut across his features at her innocent question. 

    So much for showing her the wonders of the North. 

    "I think... I think we're here. Except this isn't how it was when I was here last. Something's happened to it." He wilted apologetically under her deep blue gaze, hating himself a little for letting this happen. "Letting". As if he'd had any control over it. Whatever it was. Still, it stung him a little bit to have let down Dove. "I'm sorry, i really don't know what's going on. Now you're cold for no reason." He sighed, a gust of cloudy breath illustrating his point. 

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    #3
    dove
    LOVE COULD BE LABELED POISON AND WE'D DRINK IT ANYWAYS.
    It doesn’t occur to her to be disappointed. She is too enamored with the idea that someone wanted to take her anywhere to care what it looks like, or if it wasn’t what they had been expecting. To anyone else, the charred remains of the isle would have appeared just as dismal as Pangea was, but to Dove, it was fascinating if only because it was someplace new. She had unknowingly trapped herself inside an imaginary prison – one where the bars were only made up in her own mind. She was so desperate to stay close to Draco, so desperate to be there if he ever decided to want her that she never left Pangea at all, unless it was with him.

    Burnt and scarred, the isle was lovely to her in its own way.

    She glances over at Saphris, and the apology that she can read on his face makes her chest twinge. “Don’t be sorry,” she assures him softly, stepping sideways to stand closer alongside him and to touch her nose against his shoulder. “Who do you think would do something like this?” She asks when her gaze sweeps the charred lands again, a concerned frown marring her pretty face. But when she looks at him again the sorrow is gone, and instead there is a tentative hope when she asks him, “Do you think the lights will still be in the sky tonight?” The river of lights, he had called them, and that is the one thing she wanted to see, because she is sure her imagination does not do it justice.


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    It's a mercy he wasn't expecting to see no disappointment or regret on her face when they take on the smouldering isle. Her delicate touch on his shoulder brought a rush of warmth to his face and belly, the alien nature of physical contact enough to set him spinning. A deep inhale brought his head back to his body, the soft timbre of her voice and it's rather to the point questions drawing him into the mystery of the place. 

    Looking from sky to sea to heat-shimmering earth, he puzzled over it. "I really don't know. It's always been mostly empty when I've been here before. Maybe someone just really hated the cold..." But it would take a mad amount of power to do this much damage. Maybe it was several someones? Maybe it was a natural force, a volcano or a lightning storm, or the gods themselves. Anything seemed possible. 

    He tore himself from the grim musings at her next question. He'd about forgotten why they'd come in the first place. For the first time since landing a doggish smile lifted his lips. "I don't think they managed to burn the sky. D'you want to look around for a bit until night falls and we can find out?" His feathered wings ruffled absently in the brackish air. 

    He'd figured she'd have been right at home among the snow drifts and glittering landscape. Instead, she stood out now as the only really pretty thing in a landscape sorely abused. That she could find beauty in it even now tugged a sharp thing in his chest. 

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