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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


    splashing through the sandbar; LEILAN
    #4
    She had thought to first find Eilidh and talk to her first, but that would have kept her within the places she felt the least dangerous. Which didn’t really make much sense in hindsight as those places were perhaps the most unpredictable and uncontrollable. But she hadn’t she had instead forged out and about to take the long trek to Nerine to find the home that Leilan had spoken so passionately about.

    She itches not to back herself up away from him as he approaches. She doesn’t move and even if her muscles tensed, it was only briefly before she relaxed them again. She didn’t need to be terrified of him yet. After all Tarnished had been a perfect gentleman before he had brought her home and claimed her.

    Then the monster had surfaced.

    But this was different right? Nerine wasn’t a herd. It was a kingdom and what one did, he would have to answer for. It wasn’t as easy to hid the monsters now, in the lands that had gotten smaller and fewer.

    He was different but not in a way that scared her. Although the fact that he seemed to gather more power made her a little bit wary. Power was a thing that she had not had a lot of in her life. Physically with the gifted traits from the fairies or in her relationship with Tarnished. It had been taken from her enough times that she knew those with power often wanted more. To feel superior.

    But he still seemed nice enough and that smile on his face indicated he was glad to see her.”Hello Leilan.” She says, a small smile curling up her lips in greetings as she notes the distance he had put between them, out of concern for her. She steps a step or two closer, making a point to herself, but maybe it takes her just a moment to stop ducking her head and make eye contact with him again. “They were safe enough. It seems quieter out there with the worries of the plague going around.” She says a slight tilt of her head back towards where she had come from.

    “How are you doing?” Social necessities were something she was going to have to get used to again it seemed.


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    splashing through the sandbar; LEILAN - by Willa - 12-30-2018, 07:13 AM
    RE: splashing through the sandbar; LEILAN - by Willa - 12-31-2018, 09:20 AM



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