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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


    though i've tried, i'm falling [Kreios; any]
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    Across the sea
    A pale moon rises
    The ships have come to carry you home
    Epithet and Leola
    Epithet moved quietly through the forest, her little black shadow behind her. Leola, perfect little girl that she was, stayed close, silent, observant. They had not strayed too far from the thicket for the past few days, simply because Leola was still quite small, but as the white mare and her little daughter made their way through the shadowed trees and pathways that the forest had to offer—perfect protection for a mother with her newborn baby girl—they were quite aware that all was not as it seemed. For as groups gathered together and became more organized, they were setting out in parties, heading towards the mist that lay at the edge of the open lands, or up the mountain to petition whatever was up there for the right to settle those lands.

    The explorers could have their fun for the moment. Epithet and her daughter were good for the moment. The grey lady looked downward to nose at her child before giving a sigh, wondering if she was ever going to see this child’s father again. One night, one moment, and yet it seemed that he had vanished into the ether again, leaving her to raise yet another child on her own; and without her gifts to do it.

    Something within her also said that Leola had magic roaming in her blood as well, but with such abilities suppressed, it was unimaginable to Epithet what, or even if her precious daughter would ever be able to tap into those gifts. So for the moment, they were the typical quiet pair, looking for peace and gaining none; for soon it would be time to rejoin the world and find a party with which to trek further into the land—or up the mountain, as it so enticingly called to her; leaving her to wonder why this had all happened in the first place.



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