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    COTY

    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


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    She had wandered away again. Without telling her, she had left and had not said a word.

    And it was not Enfys.

    Into the blind wilderness, the grief called her, and Reagan sank away into nothing, fading into obscurity. Enfys followed in her wake, but it was with sad ice blue eyes that she watched her mother walk away, and with a smile, she turned and had gone another.

    Having pretty much raised herself up from the time she was a weanling, the spotted young girl had learned to commune with the trees almost as well as her mother. She could not command them -- no. but she had an affinity with them, and learned to play with them whenever the winter called. 

    And now that she was a year old, she remembers what her mother's last image was...a sad woman draped in cloak of dark green, muttering low the words "I love him."

    Enfys' father.

    Except, Enfys had no father.

    Not for as long as she could possibly remember.

    The small spotted girl makes her way through the forest, until the trees changed. The smell of the air.. it was.. different. And yet somehow familiar at the same time. As if from a dream.

    She slows her walk, keeping pace with the world and noting that the sound here has dissipated into nothing.

    Not even the sound of a bird.

    ..."H...Hello?"

    Of course, she knows better than to talk out into the silence. Her mother had taught her so.

    But her mother was not here... was she?

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