Winter comes, and though Beyza is still undecided on the cold it is nice to pretend she blends in. That her stark whiteness does not make the snow around her seem almost yellow in comparison. But still, it is close - sometimes she imagines she’s a horse crafted from snow and ice that has been moulded and brought to life. B E Y Z A |
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
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