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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


    best have your wits about you [Any]
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    Shifting the weight to her other side, Breckin allows the joints of her bones to finally settle into a comfortable stance as she awaits the reponse of the onyx gentleman.  His demeanor is warm and inviting and she realizes somewhat shockingly quickly the fellow has putten her at ease.  The company she shares with him is pleasantly comfortable, and she is contented to find that the last of her tension has finally subsided to null.  Slowly, previously wide eyes begin to droop lazily as her sight drifts lightly across the darkness of his frame; the metallic highlights are an attribute of his that she must have been too startled to notice at first.  A humorous grin grows upon her lips as her memory recalls another equine she had encountered with the grace of precious metals upon their tresses.

    Raising her head slightly in recognition of the man's words, her brown irises realign with the blues of his own.  The maiden's smile had faltered as he continued to answer her question, but the leopard mare quickly regains it with a newfound warmth in understanding of the stallion's situation.  "Jesper," she repeats the name he has offered with a slight dip of her head in recognition, sir suits you though, I think.  From what I can tell so far, you appear to have all the attributes of a fine knight, especially since you seem to be rather similar to your grandsire.  But it's nice to officially have met you."

     There was a brief sadness in his eyes  when he had paused and it had not gone unnoticed.  With a light step, she draws closer to his relaxed form, extending the velvet of her muzzle towards his shoulder.  But for the slightest of moments she hesitates mid-reach, still somewhat anxious about offering a relative stranger the briefest of physical contacts. She closes her eyes and reopens them with resolution--at last closing the gap and allowing her muzzle to brush the black of his coat momentarily in a friendly attempt to offer him some comforting.  Breckin is proud of herself for overcoming the mental hurtle, but she does not allow herself the pleasure of dwelling on the feeling of accomplisment right now;  the gesture had held a purpose and she would see to it that her attention would remain on the kind person in front of her.   "I am very sorry to hear of your having to leave Sylva.  That must have been incredibly hard to do.  Did it have to do with sudden shift in darkness or something else entirely?"

    @[Jesper]

    OOC: Perfectly fine with me! Also, devin's work is simply gorgeous! <3
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    best have your wits about you [Any] - by Jesper - 03-30-2018, 12:38 PM
    RE: best have your wits about you [Any] - by Breckin - 05-06-2018, 06:25 PM



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