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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


    Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle - Babadook
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    These are a few of my favorite things.
    They have come to the very edge of the playground. Margaux stands proudly as Babadook takes things in. There are quite a few foals here today, chasing each other about, chattering in small clusters, or just napping in patches of sunlight. It is a scene full of life and the simple joy of living. The young girl looks back at her new friend, startled to find him looking hesitant. Then she considers the condition she found him in. "We're at the playground. It's a safe place, mama's will take their kids here while they go do grown up stuff. " She replied, as knowledgeably as she could. 

    She could see by the look on the poor boy's face that he was probably not ready to be thrown in with the rest of the wildlings running amok out there. She instead nudged him gently against his shoulder, guiding the angular colt along the edge of the playground, towards the fallen tree she had claimed as her own space. "C'mon, it's quieter over here." Her soft voice offered. 

    The massive root system of the once mighty tree now branched overhead, forming a patchwork canopy above the crater left when it had been toppled. She had dragged pine boughs and crispy leaves into the alcove, forming a deep bed of plant litter. It was there she had been sleeping every night of the last two weeks, patiently waiting. She glanced at the dark boy, a little worried. She was safe here, and she didn't want that changing. 

    The little filly kicked lightly at the broad tree trunk, then turned to him gravely. "You can't tell anyone about this place, ok? I mean, the playground, everyone knows about. But they don't know I'm living here. So don't tell, ok? Promise?" She spoke earnestly, pleadingly. She had to stay here, and if the parents found out she was living here, they'd take her away. Mama wouldn't know where to find her. So she stared at him with her big brown eyes, waiting on his response. She had no idea what she'd do if he said no, if he decided to go tell everyone he knew. That would be absolutely awful.   



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    Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle - Babadook - by Margaux - 12-13-2017, 03:38 PM



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