"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
you were a vision in the morning when the light came through, i know i've only felt religion when i've lied with you and i'm still waking every morning but it's not with you
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It has been a long while since she last spoke to anyone in her family, which was strange, since as a child she had been close to all of them. She still saw her mother sporadically, but she hated feeling like she was intruding on the life she and Ether were creating together. It was a foolish and inaccurate feeling to have, she already knew this; they were as much her family as anyone, but much like with her father and Breckin, she couldn’t shake the feeling of just being the step child, and the half-sister.
She was an adult now, however, and not nearly as reliant on her family as she had been when she was younger. She has been too distracted as of late by the whirlwind of her and Rhaegor, and now his absence, as he tended to whatever it was that had called him away. She missed him wholeheartedly, but she has never been one to simply wither away in the midst of sorrow. The coollness of the night, and the roar of the rapids, was exactly what she had needed to begin to clear her ever racing mind.
But beneath the pale beams of the moon, she sees a flash of gold. Immediately, she swings her own gold-blazed face in the colt’s direction, and the similarities between him and others in her family is glaringly obvious. It causes her heart to somersault in her chest, and before he even greets her, she can feel a smile spreading the length of her dark lips. She easily closes the distance between them, and upon closer inspection she is almost certain her previous suspicions have been confirmed. “You look a lot like my little sisters,” she says, looking at the golden spots that adorn his youthful body. “My name is Chryseis,” she adds, watching him carefully, before she cannot help but to cave to her curiosity and she asks, “Your gold, on your spots. Where does it come from?”
chryseis
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I totally forgot to mark this as private after Aldric replied, so I'm posting a reply separate to Aldric and hopefully you dont mind having a private thread with big sis and not a group thread haha
