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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


    [open]  the author of my fate, any
    #1
    Where do you go, child, when the sun rises?

    Her mother might have been frantic if she were any other (better) mother. But the child had been born in the dead of night, dark teal with stars in her mane and tail, and the mother had resented her for so strongly resembling her father (just as the brother had before her). 

    And morning came, taking the moon and the child with it, and the mother had awoken to find the child gone. Perhaps carried off by predators, though there was no evidence of this and the mother was glad to be rid of her.

    (Where did the cruelty in Karina come from? She had cared just as little for the child that had come before the girl, though she had at least bothered to rear him, teach him, even if she had not known how to do it kindly. But when she woke to find this child gone, she had felt nothing but relief. There would be no need to craft her playmates made of light the way she had for the son.) 

    Perhaps the child watched, invisible, as the mother had left. Perhaps she had called after her in vain, begging her to come back. (Would she have come back if she’d heard the child’s cries?)

    And the child was seized by panic when the faeries found her as dusk settled and the child emerged again, this time the same color as the coming twilight. Pale blue, pale pink, a pastel sunset. They coaxed her to her feet and she followed them dutifully to the den, where she curled in on herself, smelling faintly of apple blossoms. 
    i feel the sun coming up, rising from the east
    and i see the empire falling to her knees
    and i lost the line between her and me
    Leuce
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    #2
    Kota cannot help herself…she always checks the Den when she travels anywhere near. It’s an ache, an emptiness, her children are grown and or some reason it is mothering that brings her the most peace. It makes no sense. She is a distant, quiet mare. A ghost. The pale woman takes the winding path up through the hills and to the Den. The faeries recognize her and don’t really acknowledge her one way or the other, but they don’t shoo her away, at least.

    “Hello there..” she says softly to the pile of fluff curled in the stony dirt. Her pink nose picking up the smell of apple blossoms and it sends a crack through her heart.

    Kota would take her home with her, not to Pangea, but to her father’s empty halls. The Cove offers a safe, peaceful dwelling, and she’s not seen her father’s ugly mug in such a long while. Why not bring him a grandbaby?



    @leuce
    hey so i see this is like over a month or so old, so if she's grown just ignore this! but kota LOVES da bebessss


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