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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


    Brynmor, any.
    #1
    Some say from ashes to ashes - she says from snow to snow. The long years drag by, and she finds herself without. Without safety, without trust, without a warmth inside of her brought on by the cold - brought on by her family. The Chamber never suited her, never highlighted the aspects of herself which ought to have shone for years now, and years again.

    A subtle change comes over her mind as the sun rises above the kingdom that morning; her grey eyes, so reminiscent of her father Errant's, strain northward. From miles away, the breeze carries a scent of home; and it is not within her any more to deny the advances of her heart. She is without resistance.

    The Chamber falls behind her.

    Time and time again has fallen atop her existence, and without contact has she been throughout it. She knows nothing of the Tundra any more - she has forgotten its king, has learned nothing of the equality movement. Xiah goes forth without a hope in her heart of in-statement to the kingdom, but rather with the hope of finding peace within herself once more.

    For the Tundra has always been home, and as she enters its borders, she begins to float just above its rugged surface - an outward expression of her inward, boundless joy.
    #2
    With my speechless calm eyes,
    nothing is coming to rise.

    He had watched her leave the field with Nymphetamine and now he’s the first one to greet her. She’s home, finally she’s back home again. When he had approached her in the field he had known who she was, without actually having met her, and that had been mutual. He had known Xiah had been living in the Tundra, prior going to the field. The chance that she would once again pick the Tundra had been small, but Brynmor had wanted her to know that the Tundra would always be her home. If she wanted it to be. And now, now she’s back.

    The gray stallion – lighter now than when they had last met – hurries towards the border, where she would still linger. Normally he could be quite a pain in the ass when it came to crossing borders without invitation, but for her he makes an exception, of course. ”Xiah.” He says nothing more than her name, before coming to a halt near the floating mare. She looks like he remembers her, maybe a bit older and wiser by now, but she still is the girl she was back then.

    He cannot help but to look at her with a grin, ear tipped forward. ”It’s good to see you back home” he tells he as his grin grows wider. He’s not only happy to see the long lost princess back, but he honestly is thrilled about the good news he could bring her. Brynmor still isn’t sure if it was the right thing to do, but it was Offsprings call and the Tundra surely was more active now. ”Do you still desire a place among the Tundra’s ranks, Xiah?”

    BRYNMOR

    #3

    she may contain the urge to run away
    but hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks

    In the same way that he remembered her, (voiceless, without consequence) so did she remember him - before their encounter in the field, at least. From the moment she had left his presence that day long, long ago, Brynmor had flourished into a character whom her mind settled frequently upon. The Tundra will always be your home, he told her; and although they met never again, his voice often whispered such things to her as she had dwelt within the Chamber.

    She scented him, then; his pleasant, manly odor tracing lines through the snow and rocks, leaving remnants of the stallion in wisps and whirls. Her insides squeezed closer together on account of her excitement; Brynmor lives on here, she told herself. Perhaps his offer still stands.

    And without further ado, Brynmor drew himself into being before her. The moment she saw him, Xiah could not help but to zoom towards him at a great speed; for all her attitude in the Chamber, here, at home, the once-princess could be nothing but the sweet girl she had always been here.

    Xiah, he said in simple greeting. Her silver eyes bounced off of the stallion, from his noticeably whiter coat, to the grin spreading across his lips, to his casually forward-tipped ear. The stallion was, in every way, the inviting gentleman - and she could not have been more ensnared.

    “Oh, it’s good to be home,” She offered, lowering herself to the earth while simultaneously adopting a mirror grin to the stallion’s. Assuming that the conversation had met a lull, Xiah stepped forward and hurriedly pressed her face into the base of the Brother’s mane, breathing in his scent like the impulsive yearling she should have no longer been.

    And then he was speaking, his breath hot against her sleek neck, and she felt the full weight of the embarrassment this situation begged of her. Retreating (but not before accidentally getting one of his hairs caught in her mouth), Xiah averted her eyes from Brynmor, blushing heavily under her onyx pelt.

    Hey, now, who’s daughter are you? She couldn’t decide whether the voice she heard happened to be that of her own conscience, or of her long, lost magician father, but she decided to respect it without question. Her face lost its sheepishness, and her eyes, stolid and fierce, returned to Brynmor’s. Her affection was never lightly given; and shame she refused to feel for having given it.

    “Of course I do. I have since I was a little girl, crawling beneath the legs of the Brothers while my father lead kingdom meetings.” She stared at him without breaking, her gaze clearly refusing to believe that anything of her wishes concerning female instatement had come to fruition. “And I would appreciate it if you didn’t taunt me with the fact that I, a helpless vixen, am of no use to Tundra’s ranks.”

    xiah

    #4
    With my speechless calm eyes,
    nothing is coming to rise.

    Of course his offer still stood. He wasn’t the one to come back on his words, unless he had been the one that was wrong. In this case that didn’t matter; there was no right or wrong. All what mattered was that he was glad to see her back home again, because this was where she belonged. Something had driven her away, maybe her desire to contribute or do something for the kingdom, to be more than ‘just’ a mare, a companion. Something else had brought her back. And Brynmor was a little bit too happy to see the black mare again, but he just couldn’t help but to care for those which who he shared the love for a home with.

    Xiah looked good too. The Chamber hadn’t been bad on her and she would probably have grown a lot too. Life experience was one of the greatest assets you could have. She’s no different though, but he couldn’t really say he had had the time to get used to the floating. Her way of flying was surely a special one, but it was a part of her. Just as the way she draws closer. Brynmor freezes, not really sure how to react to this. After all, his heart is promised to another, but this could also be an act of brotherly love, right? ”Welcome home, Xiah.” With that she’s a part of the Tundra again.

    He offers her a smile, which grows to an amused grin as she continues speaking. She clearly hadn’t learned of the changes Offspring made, even though the Chamber was one of their close allies. It surprises him, the news of the change had travelled far, but it enjoyed him that he could be the one to bring the news to Xiah. Once she finishes he cannot help it but to chuckle lightly, only for a short moment, before his twinkling eyes meet hers again. Brynmor is only a little bit too excited for this. ”Then tell me. Where would you see yourself? As a powerful warrior or a fruitful diplomat?” he asks her, still not breaking the news. He wanted her to guess the answer and put one and one together herself.

    Brynmor reaches out towards her, gently nudging her shoulder, before pulling away. ”Come, let us walk. It’s getting too cold to just stand still for too long.” It was not like the cold really bothered him, but the clouds promised more snow and the air around them was already getting crisp. The gray male liked it though, it was a part of the Tundra and naturally he loved all of her assets. And what was better than to enjoy everything the land had to offer than with those who you cared for?

    BRYNMOR





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