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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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    #1

    Laurelin does not know that through a fluke of genetics he has missed out on magical powers, or that through a fluke of fate his carnivorous father is trapped and cannot seek him out to kill him for not being kelpie enough.

    All he knows is that he is a little nervous to be going to the playground for the first time. He’s not too sure what to expect of other foals... or anyone aside from his mom.

    Will they think he’s pretty? The clouds have rolled in, gigantic fluffy white things that obscure the afternoon sun. Laurelin likes to think the gold of his markings shines a little brighter in the sunlight, ignoring how his fuzzy foal coat obscures the markings so they don’t really shine anyway.

    His arrival into this land is cautious and not full of the bravado he wished he felt. When no one immediately comes to greet him within the first heartbeat of his arrival, the caution gives way to a faint annoyance and he sets off at a trot - his bright eyes alert for anyone around he could dazzle. He was probably dazzling, right? It just didn’t feel like he could be anything less.

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    #2
    the moonlight, baby, shows you what’s real
    But there ain’t a laguage for the things i feel

    It had not helped the way she thought it would.
    Because the auroras splashed across her sides do not glow until night comes.
    She wonders if she had not asked kindly enough. If her delivery had been wrong.
    Assumes that it is her fault that things had gone so dreadfully awry, that she still struggles to see things in the light of the sun. It does not occur to her that there are some things that magic cannot fix.

    But she goes to the playground while the sun hangs fat and high in the sky. Even if she has to go slowly, mistaking horses for boulders and vice versa. There are many hazards and the pale blue eyes glow even in the sunlight but do not help her navigate.

    She does not know who she has inherited this stubbornness from -- her mother or her father or some distant relative maybe -- but it carries her from the Cove to the playground without any real incident. It’s not until she has made it there that she lets her guard down and she is almost immediately rewarded with a heady dose of embarrassment when she walks right into a solid something.

    She stumbles backward, blinking those pale blue eyes and sucking in a sharp breath.

    Sorry,” she blurts, trying in vain to bring the stranger’s face into sharper focus.

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    #3

    Laurelin had paused in his trot, focusing sky-blue eyes on some foals a distance away and trying to use (non-existent) mind powers to get them to come over closer to him. He was so completely focused on this task that he did not see the filly that was nearby until she walked right into him. “Ooof!!” Is the first, completely inelegant word out of Laurelin as he stumbles forward a step before regaining his balance.

    His composure takes a little longer to regain, though. This simple act has shortcircuited his young brain and for a very brief moment he just stands where he was, facing away from the filly and legs in a wide stance, unsure of what to do. What do you say when someone walks right into as if they hadn’t seen you there? He couldn’t remember if that was one of the scenarios he had asked his mom about before he had arrived.

    “That’s alright.” He settles on when he turns to face her, feeling a little less frazzled and letting the excitement of meeting someone else settle in around him. She was pretty - almost as pretty as he was - with a coat that reminded him of the night sky. On this cloudy day, that also meant she stood out rather abruptly just like him too.

    His navy head tilts to the side as a charming smile grows on his features and his next words come out with a teasing note to them. “Not too good at lookin’ where you’re going, huh?”

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    #4
    the moonlight, baby, shows you what’s real
    But there ain’t a laguage for the things i feel

    It takes his turning around for her to realize that she hadn’t been able to pull his face into sharper focus because he hadn’t been looking at her at all. Still, she can only make out the shapes, the fuzzy outline of his head when he finally turns to face her. She blinks rapidly, though she knows it will do nothing to improve her version.

    He says it’s all right, though she knows that it’s not and the polite thing to do would be to quietly take her leave. But he goes on talking to her and the only thing that placates her is the teasing tone with which he addresses her. She blinks her pale-glowing eyes as her embarrassment pools heat and color in her cheeks.

    She shakes her head slow, unable to see his smile and thus unable to be soothed by it. “No,” she admits without pretense. There’s no sense in trying to hide it, she thinks, no sense in lying about it or trying to play it off. And she thinks, too, that maybe he’ll be more likely to fully forgive her if she explains herself.

    I don’t see very good during the daytime,” she continues, averting her gaze to the ground underfoot. Although she can’t see that either. “I could see you just fine if it were night. It’s just the sun that makes it hard, I think.” She gives a self-conscious little shrug then, the corners of her mouth pulled down in a frown.


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    #5

    Laurelin had been joking, mostly, so he feels a little bad when the filly doesn’t immediately laugh at his wit. Isn’t that what fillies were supposed to do? Maybe he had done a bad job at being charming. He’s half-listening, half-thinking about how he can up the wow factor when he’s already rather stunning as she explains that the sun makes it hard for her to see. He twists his head to narrow those bright blue eyes up at where the sun was hiding behind some clouds, as though thinking he’d like to have words with that celestial body. “That’s not very nice of it, to mess with your sight and all.”

    His mind is still attempting to work out a solution when he looks back to the girl so his face his furrowed but it brightens into a smile quickly. “Well I guess that means we need to hang out until the sun sets. You know, so you can properly admire me.” All of this said matter-of-factly, because obviously this was the issue that needed to be solved and look - he solved it!

    The fact that she had bumped into him just moments ago has already been forgotten and forgiven.

    Laurelin’s dark head tilts to the side as he regards her now, without the distraction of his own thoughts. “Do you glow at night too? You look like you’d glow.”

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