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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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    Occasionally, Tamlin likes to talk to someone he isn’t related to. His herd of a family provides quite a lot of socialization, and he’s not one to wish to be on his own very often. Couldn’t imagine it actually. What would he even think about? Far better to fill up any silences with conversation - even if it’s just idle nonsense (which is, by far, his favourite type of conversation).

    The trip to the meadow was dreadfully boring all on his own and by the time Tamlin arrives, he’s ready to talk to the first soul he sees. Anyone would have sufficed but there’s a special sense of delight that sparks through him when the first soul isn’t a stranger - it’s someone he knows! And not a relative!!!

    There is absolutely no hesitation in the young stallion before he approaches the gold-and-ivory mare he last saw as a filly. Not even a flicker of a thought that she might have other plans for the day, might be heading off to see someone important.

    The brilliant chestnut of his youth has faded to a grey, except for a mark upon his shoulder, and his fuzzy mane now cascades and curls around the forget-me-nots that speckle it. But that grin, wild and delighted, is the same as it has ever been.

    “Hello Loire! Remember me?”

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    got my head in the clouds
    and i'm not coming down
    It had never crossed Lore’s mind a few years ago that she would leave the tropical island. Ischia had always been her home, and her entire family was there. She thought about leaving to seeing the world for some time, but she would eventually return.

    Her world is no longer the same now.

    When the time came to escape the tropical prison, she didn’t turn back, she left with no hesitation. Many would have chosen to stay in the paradise that Ischia offered, but that paradise had quickly become her imprisonment. An eternal nightmare since the day she almost drowned to death (although most of it all is a blur, and she only knows there is something terrifying waiting for her below the surface).

    Now that she is far away from the water and island, Loire can finally stand on her own four hooves. The familiar sounds or sights that trigger her instantly are not around her. There was only new sights and smells to explore—a world of wonder waiting to be discovered.

    The field had only held the beginning of that. She had met two wonderful mares from Nerine and Taiga. Beyond the treeline that divided the field, the champagne mare discovered a broad open plain with long grass, a few trees, and several creeks.

    Even if it was simple compared to Ischia, Loire loved it all. The new sights and smell hit her instantly, her hooves carry her forward unconsciously as her bright gold eyes glance in every direction in awe. It was simple things like this in the world that Loire appreciated most. The silver-lining that always reminded things could always get better eventually.

    A warm smile gently curves on her lips as she is continuous lost in her reverie. When she turns around, double checking to make sure she didn’t miss anything, her gaze finds a winged grey stallion coming her way. Loire stops and stands still. She glances around to make sure he isn’t going to anyone else, but no one else was near her. He was coming her way, with no hesitation, and the wild grin on his face made it all more clear.

    Hearing her name fall off his lips, her golden tipped ears flicker forward curiously and cautiously. There was something oddly familiar about the grey stallion. Loire examines him quickly, trying to find something to say but her face is lost with confusion until she looks directly into his eyes. Those warm brown eyes she saw many years ago—when things had been simpler.

    “Tam?” She asks softly.

    Her golden eyes then light up instantly. It was Tam!

    “Of course, I remember you!” She replies. A soft musical laugh leaves her lips next. Her lips then curve up into a large grin. “It’s so good to see you again!” Because right then she didn’t realize how nice it was to see an old familiar face in this new life of hers. “How are you?”
    Loire
    the windwalker

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