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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "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


    someday out of the blue
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    FOR THE DANCING AND THE DREAMING /
    THROUGH ALL LIFES SORROWS AND DELIGHTS /
    I'LL KEEP YOUR LAUGH INSIDE ME /

    She is grateful that he is here.

    For all their differing opinions of ruling and leading, they seem to agree on what matters more: their children. Leilan isn't stiff courtesy when he arrives but the earlier ease that has always navigated their conversations is absent for the start of this one.

    For all that Lilliana can be stubborn, the way that the Freyr tries to smile is enough to thaw out the rest of her intractable demeanor. There will be time later, she thinks. There will be time to discuss and sort through the rest of it later. For now, it is important to focus on Oren and Roselin. "@[Leilan]," the Taigan mare returns, hoping she sounds deferential enough for a monarch. Her blue eyes hold his for a moment, quietly taking in this side of the Dragon King. She has never seen him look so uneasy.

    But the distracted thought is a short-lived one and the chestnut mare shivers back to the present. There is movement behind her and the icy-chill that gusts across her thigh tells her which child it is. Turning her copper head around, Lilliana smiles and then laughs. "Roselin," she says, using her full name so that her father might hear it. She reaches behind her before the silver-black filly peers around the left hind of her mother, studying the roan stallion in a way not unlike her dam had. "Is that how we greet guests?"

    The girl gives her small head a shake and takes a deep breath before fully emerging from behind Lilliana. "No," replies Roselin. She looks up to her mother but from the look she is given, Rosey knows its not there she should be glancing. Turning her blue eyes to the stallion, "We say hello."

    Her mother nods affectionately and then looks past the copse of trees, searching for the gold-and-bay form of her youngest son. Thinking she spies a rather metallic-looking sock from behind a large fern, Lilliana adds: "And I wonder where Oren could be..."

    for the dancing and the dreaming - jonathon young
    image credit to footybandit

    but it's all in the past, love
    it's all gone with the wind
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    Messages In This Thread
    someday out of the blue - by lilliana - 09-25-2020, 10:44 AM
    RE: someday out of the blue - by Leilan - 09-26-2020, 03:33 PM
    RE: someday out of the blue - by lilliana - 10-01-2020, 11:51 PM
    RE: someday out of the blue - by Leilan - 10-08-2020, 03:05 PM
    RE: someday out of the blue - by lilliana - 10-09-2020, 09:43 PM



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