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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


    Great things come in Small packages, any
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    Smidgen
    Great things come in Small packages
    Things had changed again. So much change. Not just here, but all over. But our tiny girl doesn't question the motives of the fairies for sinking certain lands into the ocean, even goes so far as to think that was their way of tidying things up. No, she worries not about the shifting of the land. Instead, she concerns herself with the Taiga. Her home for many moons. She'd come into adulthood here, even though she is forever small and baby-faced at her height of less than thirty inches. Her figure is fuller now, as her heart had been. But now, she is a bit saddened by the way her family here has dispersed some. Perhaps it is foolish to think that family can always stay close. But see, this girl hasn't had much in the way of family, and it still feels like only yesterday that she was being begged to stay by a baby Heda and then welcomed by Ruan and Reagan. Now, as it seems, Heda is off attempting her hand at leadership. Which, mind you, Smidgen is so proud of her for raising the bar for herself. And Reagan.. She misses her, wonders how she's been and how she's doing. Ruan, at least, is still here. A strong and solid force remaining for Taiga to rely on.

    Still, though, she can't help the solemnity she feels at present. Walking through the impressive red pine forest, feeling a bit lonely. She wanders, enjoying the warming of the rising sun as it chases away the coolness of the previous night. Her ears flicker to and fro with the sounds, mostly of wildlife, around her. Her silvery mane hangs like a curtain on both sides of her neck as she carries her head a bit low this morning. Leaked blue eyes peer from behind her forelock, but she barely registers much in the way of sight as her mind soars freely. Through the trees and up, up into the branches and higher. So much higher. Wondering what the sea of sky and clouds might feel like. These imaginings lift her spirits as she walks alone, the fairest hint of a smile touching her lips now.
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