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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


    Tyger, Tyger, Burning Bright - Any
    #7
    Voices soft as the wind through pine boughs sought to rouse the colt from his light nap. Eyes still clamped shut, a deep breath expanded his thin chest for a moment, in denial that he was awake. With another little sigh, his eyelids peeled open again, and looked into the inquisitive face of a dark girl. Inches from his face. Right there. His icy blue eyes were wide open now, blinking in utter surprise. Still lying on the ground, he craned his neck to find his mother's shadowed form, moonlight illuminating the paleness of her barrel. Everything else was shadow. It was eerie, but he had more pressing things on his mind at the moment. Such as the sort-of smiling girl who apparently wanted to play with him. She was pretty, maybe a bit older than him. He hadn't known enough other horses to think her strange for her rather unique dental situation, or that she seemed ready for anything now that most other creatures seemed to be going to bed. In fact, he pondered briefly, those were things they had in common, sometimes.

    His heart fluttered like a trapped bird behind the cage of his ribs. What was he supposed to do?
    One more glance at his mother, who paused her conversation with the other grown-up lady long enough to nod encouragingly in his direction, and the leggy boy rose to his feet less than gracefully. With an unsure grin, he nodded shyly. He felt he should say something, but not really sure what, so he bobbed after the slightly older girl instead, curious to see what this playing thing was all about. He danced in place for a moment before batting experimentally towards her shoulder with one little hoof. He waited a moment to see how she'd react.

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    Meanwhile, Tick was engrossed with her conversation with Solace. As light as her charge was dark, the guardian of Hyaline seemed to glow from within in the silvery moonlight. She was every inch the ruler she had been made out to be. She was slightly disappointed that the pale queen had no further leads on the members of her kingdom, and she suspected vaguely that perhaps this was a ploy to make them stay longer than intended. It was a pretty place, though. The stars up above glimmered and reflected in the still water of the lake, and night birds called across the water. They had time. At the very least, winter was coming. It would be safer by far for she and her son to bide in the safety of a kingdom while the elements raged around them. With a knowing glance, she watched Imbolc step off with the shadow girl, Kaurma. The child had yet to say a word, but she wasn't worried. He was her son after all. He would do things in his own time. With a smile that said she knew she'd been momentarily caught, she turned back to Solace. "I suppose we'll be here just a while longer, then. It will probably be good for the boy." She admitted, almost as an afterthought. She caught the expression that flew across the young queen's face as she glanced at the frolicking pair of foals. It seeme the roan woman was not the only one motherhood didn't fit quite right.

    @[Kaurma] @[Solace]


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    Tyger, Tyger, Burning Bright - Any - by Imbolc - 01-30-2018, 04:58 PM
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