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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


    we are crooked souls trying to stand up straight || any
    #8

    "I know, mom."

    Warlight's last words before she closes her eyes and lets Hyaline fall away from her consciousness.  despite her attitude, the yearling princess does value the information her dream-walking mother has given her; the hours they spent practicing this particular skill are invaluable and she knows it. Especially today, when she had been entrusted with a very important job. 

    With a deep breath, Warlight slips into the day-dreaming state that activates her gift, picturing the precise stretch of beach they had visited the day before to prepare her for her task. Three... crashing waves... two... sweltering heat ... one...

    Swoosh

    The world shifts around her,  rousing the familiar giddiness in her belly, and Warrick's granddaughter crosses the continent of Beqanna in a breath. 

    The humidity hits her first, the heady perfume of tropical flowers and sulfur nearly sickening the yearling after her unconventional journey. But she stands, a bit feeble at first, and shakes the sand from her bay-splashed pelt. Her strength returns swiftly as she spots her Grandfather with his companions, and Warlight picks up a springy trot. 

    The hushed tones and somber nods of those gathered cause her to slow once she is within speaking range. Round blue-black eyes search each face as she quietly slips beside Warrick without introduction. She waits there, with his wing draped lightly over her mahogany back as the beautiful mares respond. The young girl watches them with a hint of admiration in her fresh, dished face, and only once does her gaze flash to the strange stallion watching in the distance.

    Once there is an appropriate pause (she was learning manners, despite what her mothers may say) she touches her muzzle gently to Warrick's cheek, and her voice is hushed and sweet. 

    "We can go as soon as you are ready,"

    Warlight
    Soul as sweet as blood red jam

    Jumping in here! Once everyone is done Warlight will use her teleportation to take Warrick to Hyaline. Tang and anyone else who is going to Hyaline will follow on foot Smile

    also, because she was just here yesterday feel free to assume she told warrick/exist/leliana/tang of this plan
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    RE: we are crooked souls trying to stand up straight || any - by Warlight - 09-19-2018, 11:04 AM



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