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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


    over the mountains and under the hills
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    He often came to the Field, quietly observing the interactions happening around him. He had settled here and there, but no place had ever truly felt like home. Immortality had its disadvantages, and he always found himself hungering for the glacial caress of the Tundra. His mother had plopped him on that doorstep as a babe and left him for his father to raise. From what he understood, she had done him a kindness. Everything was different now, though he was becoming familiar with the change.
     
    He padded across the field with no intentions. He was not looking for a home per say, but he also was not here to offer one. He had once again grown tired of his vagabond status, and wanted to re-assimilate back into society. The field was the best place to do this. He settled quietly below an old weathered oak, using its shade to shield himself from the warm spring sun. He let out a breath, relaxed, and waited for the dance of the Field to begin.
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    Solace

    . . .


    At six years old Solace was the mother of five and one of the longest ruling contemporary monarchs - and fee time was hard to come by. But today she slips away from her kingdom and family for the sake of duty, leaving her youngsters well fed and in the care of her brother.

    Her broad cerulean wings carry her easily over the mountains and halfway across the continent to the Adoption den, where she checks to see if any lost children have found their way into the care of the faires. But the den is empty, and instead of cutting her losses, she decides it as been too long since she last visited The Field.

    Gliding above the grassy expanse, the gold-splashed mare spots a stranger resting alone in the shade. Deciding a little rest and conversation are just what she needs, Solace lands a comfortable distance away. She offers a nicker of greeting as she walks in his direction, before halting a few paces away. Her winter coat still clings to the mountain mare, but she carries herself with elegance - despite the trickle of sweat rolling down her neck. 

    "Mind if I share your shade?" she asks with a slight tilt of her dainty head and a light smile. "I'm not used to this heat."



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