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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


    [private]  it's wild like the river, warm like the sun
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    It wasn’t unusual for her to look up from her evening grazing to spot the lengthy Yanhua dancing on the skirts of Taiga’s borders - to her it seems to be the one moment he seemed to be the happiest, filling his dancing card with the many red wood daughters on her edges birthed from the ancient sentinels that stood guard in the middle of their land. Sometimes they would make eye contact, when he was close enough, and she would give him a knowing smile and a nod of her head before he continued on his way to finish his job for the day. Sometimes it was the bright blazing star she glanced between the farthest trees, and when it wasn’t either she would find his mark left as a reminder imprinted in a wayward tree from those sturdy antlers that adorned his head like a crown, a prince of Taiga.

    Today it is none of the above, today it was Owin that made her aware of Yan and his mothers presence. Her own son grown, turned into a man, leaned softly into her side a whisper leaving his lips before he stealthily took to the woods. She watched with clouded eyes as her blue buckskin child took to the far side of Taiga to do his own patrol. She turned towards the path which Owin had told her to follow, one she frequented often, her lip tucked carefully between her teeth her thoughts pulled her back to when Yan had sought her out and asked for her permission to be apart of something bigger. She had watched him transition through all the milestones of child, young adult, and now when she looks at him she is reminded by those times but is not hindered by those constant beloved, intimate memories that a mother holds so closely. She sees him for what he is, a warrior, a protector, an equal.

    Just as she decides to join the conversation spurred by the thoughts Owim had intruded upon down the path her own thoughts were broken by the gleeful giggles of Clarie crashing wildly through the nearby brush. She smiled as her eyes landed on her newest daughter who was alighted with a sharp toothed smile and brilliant, wide purple eyes. Lethy nodded towards the path and with out hesitation her glowing white striped buckskin daughter took off in search of Lilli and Yan. It didn’t take long for the two to pull up in front of the mother-son duo. ”Lilli!! Yan! Clarie shouted unnecessarily as she poked Yan in the side with her nose and then made her way around to Lilli to do the same. Lethy offered them a friendly smile, her eyes passing between the two assessing the situation, of course she already knew what Yan and Lilli had been thinking in their own respect thanks to Owin, but she did not offer this information. ”Hello Lilli... Yan.” she greeted her friend and her son with a brighter purple glow then she normally carried, affirmation of her happiness to see the two. ”I hope we didn’t interrupt.”
    forget me not; but never remember
    Lethy


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