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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


    inside of all of us is a wild thing; birthing, ashley, any
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    azlyn.
    It’s been a long, long time since she last went through this.

    When the labour pains hit she immediately hides herself away in a small clearing on the northern coast of the island. She’s been excited for this child, but as she settles down to the earthy floor, she’s surprised to realize that she’s actually feeling a little nervous as well. It’s been quite a while since she was last a parent (years in fact), and it’s going to be so strange to have a little one running around again.

    The birth itself is relatively quick and painless (well, as painless as birth can be), and in under an hour, a small damp bundle slides out onto the earth. Azlyn is quick to her feet, and she takes a step towards the child, breath held.

    It’s a girl. A beautiful, perfect little violet-coated girl. Azlyn exhales, and the ghost of a smile crosses her face. She steps forward and gets to work, cleaning the afterbirth from the child. The girl stirs and looks up at Azlyn with dark amber eyes that make her heart melt. She’s missed this.

    Azlyn pauses for a moment, eyes searching through the brush for movement. She wouldn’t have put it past Ashley to have kept a close eye on her … but nothing moves, nothing makes a sound, so she returns to the little girl at her feet. 

The violet girl finally attempts to stand, falling over once, twice, before managing to keep her feet. Azlyn smiles and nuzzles her encouragingly. “You can do it sweetie.” The girl looks up, then toddles over to Azlyn’s side where she quickly finds food. She latches happily, suckling for a few moments before backing up with a few, shaky steps, and falling with a quiet thumb on her behind. Azlyn chuckles, then reaches back down to lip gently at the girl’s fuzzy baby mane. “Roslin. I will call you Roslin.”
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