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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


    And there was you
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    Valensia
    It didn’t take but a minute for her to be transferred from one hand to another. The latter being quite a bit more welcoming than the former. In fact, she is sure that she has found herself in the perfect home; and happily enjoys her days of sunshine. Curious about everything the filly listens to the adults much more than they would probably appreciate… if they knew. She does her best not to be found out though. Mother continues to grow, her belly swelling, and her discomfort slightly more apparent as time passes.

    It’s odd, and the little roan isn’t completely sure of what to do about it. So, she gives the mare some space, longing for touch and affection all the while; the filly craves that connection that she believes they share. Mother is good to her though, she does not complain in the least, if anything she adores mother. Maybe, just maybe, she is growing a smidgen jealous of whatever it is that draws mother’s attention away. Today is the first day that she dares to venture out of their home; and sneaking away is no easy task.

    Through the brush her tender wing gets snagged and tugged at while the other slides through with ease. Mother naps more often, and is harder to wake, but still she is quite alert. Trying to escape her notice, the filly avoids snapping twigs as much as possible until she is far enough away that she is sure that mother would not hear her. Picking up her pace, her heart patters rapidly; and her stomach does flips. Looking back over her shoulder to make sure that she hasn’t been followed the girl breaks into a gallop, wings outstretched to play in the breeze she whips up.

    Diving down one path, and then another the gurgle of water pulls her towards a river. This is new, yet another thing she needs to learn. She had heard the adults speak of this place, but would have never pictured it looking quite this… large. Nostrils flare and fuzzy ears perk forward as she stretches her neck out. Stopping at the edge stones clatter narrowly escaping the trample of her hooves only to fall over themselves into the water. Craning her neck she sees herself for the first time. Hello, she calls to the trees surrounding her. It’s quiet here, she had thought that there would be adults to spy on, and learn from. The area appears to be currently empty disappointingly .

    “And there was you - your fair self,
    always delicately dressed,
    with white firm fingers sure of touch
    in delicate true work.
    I loved you then.”
    - Charlotte Gilman

    @[Shenan]
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