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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


    Quand on n'a que l'amour - Arden, any
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    Byrne
    Walking had come easily enough. Running had been even easier, though he was still rather quick to tire. He had also found his voice and used it often, probably to the annoyance to the adults that surrounded him. His curiosity was insatiable. He had yet to venture from Tephra's shores, but his home was becoming more and more familiar with his adventures. He was sure to never stray too far from watchful eyes, but every day that caution became less and less strong within him. He had lots of opportunities to explore, as it turned out. His mother had lots of business that took her from home and with her gone, the first real hurdle to exploration was removed. When Amorette was with him, he wanted nothing more than to stay by her side, so with her leaving it made it much easier for him to find his courage. 

    The pale colt doesn't know where his mother goes off to (it doesn't usually occur to him to ask), but she often comes back very excited to be reunited, and that makes him happy. But today is different. He catches her smell on the wind that is always blowing inland from the shore, but it doesn't immediately break his attention to the little tidal pool he had just discovered with all manner of creatures living within it. She would come gather him up soon enough, and then he could show her his discovery. But she doesn't come, and soon he hears her softly calling his name. With confusion, he looks up to see her standing some distance away. "Mom! Look what..." he begins to call out but his voice trails off as he spots another foal by her side. The filly isn't familiar to him, and he's confused by where her mother could be. Maybe Amore was watching her while her mom was away, like she had others watch him. 

    Slowly he closes the gap between them and greets his mother with a gentle nudge. He looks around at the girl shyly, staying close to Amore. His dark eyes move from one to the other, unsure of what to say or even ask, but his uncertainty was apparent.
    Heir of Fire and Ash


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    RE: Quand on n'a que l'amour - Arden, any - by Byrne - 03-31-2018, 12:00 PM



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