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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]  Too Good At Goodbyes || Any
    #4
    Mosrael
    i'm way too
    good at goodbyes

    The field slowly began to fade away behind her as she walked. The journey ahead of her wasn’t particularly long and, yet, she smiled to think that her brother could circle the entirety of Ischia twice before she finally stumbled upon it’s shores. As a filly, she’d often marveled at her father’s gift of flight and, later, tackled her feelings of jealousy to see her younger brother be born winged. Only a year apart she’d always had a close bond with Belgaer and she admired him immensely.

    As distracted as she was, movement from behind her drew her attention as a painted mare confidently approached. Unsurprised, though she was, Mosrael halted and angled herself in preparation to greet the white framed palomino. The flaxen mare spoke with an easy familiarity that encouraged a smile to emerge from Mos’ disappointed demeanor.

    ”My name is Mosrael,” she offered when her identity was inquired upon. ”Daughter to Brennen and Galilee, a daughter of Ischia.”

    Perhaps the mare knew of her parents and, thus, knew of her? Brennen was a well-known warrior throughout Beqanna and she was hardly surprised anymore when she was approached by strangers wishing to know his children. Lamb’s eyes danced with expectation as she requested to join the purple spotted appaloosa on her journey home.

    ”Ischia is always welcoming of visitors,” she said with a smile. ”I -,” her words died in her mouth as the sudden approach of another interrupted her thoughts. She recognized the mare easily, having been a participant in the same event as Mosrael. Kagerus.

    A knot formed at the base of her throat as her eyes flitted briefly over the mare’s swollen belly. She was with child and, by her own admission, would not live long enough to lay eyes upon the babe she carried. There were no words she could offer the mare in response to her offer. To go to Hyaline instead of home – the offer was almost tempting. Rather than respond, however, she stood there, unable to piece together a coherent response.



    @[Kagerus] and @[Lavendel] , it's up to her to break the awkward silence.
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    Messages In This Thread
    Too Good At Goodbyes || Any - by Mosrael - 03-21-2018, 04:14 PM
    RE: Too Good At Goodbyes || Any - by Lavendel - 03-21-2018, 08:00 PM
    RE: Too Good At Goodbyes || Any - by Kagerus - 03-22-2018, 01:04 AM
    RE: Too Good At Goodbyes || Any - by Mosrael - 03-23-2018, 11:39 AM
    RE: Too Good At Goodbyes || Any - by Ilma - 03-23-2018, 04:40 PM



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