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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


    after the fire drove out the sparrows; any
    #8
    She does not know if she should think of immortality as a gift, or a curse. An eternity with those you love, if you’re lucky to share the gift, or an eternity spend alone, and watching all around you wither. She sees it in Levi, the father of her son still youthful and in his prime, and now Amore sees it in her father too. Next spring would mark the thirteenth year since her birth, not yet old, but far from carefree youth.

    Nonetheless, her smile mirrors Magnus’. “Some things will always remain unchanged,” she agrees with him, lightly nodding her head. But time has yet to proof if those few some things were enough to keep them upright in the ever rapidly changing world.

    Amorette fears for the worst. The beloved kingdom is at an edge, and could either fall down, or rise from this point on. But the young stallion’s challenge had left a bitter taste in her mouth. Once Tephra had welcomed Klaudius – and with him, his family – as refugees coming from Ischia. And now, his son, one of those seeking shelter, had rudely found his way back on Tephra’s ground.

    Perhaps it is her grief, that clouds her vision, with Warrick nowhere to be found. The ebony woman knows that he has not abandoned them, that the navy stargazer would not do such a thing, but that could only mean the worst.

    When Tephra’s former queen and king speak of their hopes for the future, Amorette can only nod her dark head, and offer them her bravest smile. “Together..” she says, agreeing, first meeting Magnus’ eyes and then searching for Lucrezia’s. “I cannot express how glad I am that you both are back home.”

    Dark eyes move away from the pair or returning monarchs, in favour of letting them roam across the lands. Her smile returns, more genuine, and ears perk forward through ebony and golden mane. “Do you need a tour, or is Tephra’s memory still branded on your mind?”


    @[Lucrezia]
    @[Magnus]


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    RE: after the fire drove out the sparrows; any - by Amorette - 09-03-2018, 02:47 PM



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