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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


    lost to the sunset - other spring babies?
    #1
    Mother is growing bored, and despite being only a week old, Rivka already knows what that means.

    Time to find somewhere to be that Djinni cannot easily find.

    Easily is subjective, of course, simply being out of sight is enough distance between them. Rivka had slipped behind a boulder as Mother began to look for something to magic, and judging from the muffled chirp of a cliff-dwelling bird behind her, she'd done so just in time. It is not that Rivka is frightened of her mother (she knows how deeply the mage care for her), but rather that she does not always enjoy the experiments that Djinni does.

    Being the size of a grain of sand was not any more of an enjoyable experience than was having a mane and tail made entirely of fire.

    Rivka likes her own mane and tail the way they are, soft and fluffy and the same dark rose-gold as her mother's. Her coat is just like Daddy's, as brightly gold as the sun, and her wings might have come from either parent, for the fledging feathers that are just beginning to sprout from her wings are an equal mix of rose and white. She is not quite sure from where she inherited her nub of a horn or her secret head ability, but she likes both of them regardless. 

    The filly skips down the empty beach, pausing now and then to nose curiously at the treasures brought up by the sea. There is a long bleached bone from the ribcage of a whale, and a tiny dried starfish, perfectly preserved. She pounces after sand crabs as they scurry to safety, laughing merrily even when she falls repeatedly in the sand.
    #2
    Tähti

    The mouse-grey filly (except for her black mane and wings) is actually quite fond of Nerine.

    Of course, she loves every chance to battle with something Scorch made up, and she hates the diplomatic lessons and even history doesn't really fit her, only paying half the attention to it that she should. She's easily bored by words, and quick to run around, fly around, or pretend to hide from her lessons. Today is not much different, and she's scurried behind the rocks towards the beach, trotting around for something else to discover. She's not seen Kiwi around in a while, and would rather she found her clumsy friend alive than dead, or trapped inside a cave. She remembers all too well the time when she hop-skipped almost to her death on the slippery wet rock of a cave tunnel that ended in a cliff.

    Instead of a bright green and yellow however, today she finds a gold-and-rose filly, who sports the base of what probably will be wings on her back in lovely rosey colouring. Now thát's interesting, another pegasus in Nerine! She can see them flying and running around together anytime, and the yearling greets the repeatedly-falling girl quickly with a soft nicker. She wonders who her mother is only for the briefest of seconds (it doesn't matter!), and instead would rather like to join the girl or show her some of the cool caves that Kiwi had shown her half a year ago.

    we are Stars, wrapped in skin
    the Light you are searching
    has always been Within
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    OOC @[Rivka] not a baby of this spring, but Tähti is happy to help you hide from your mother! xD




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