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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


    [open]  cold summers
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    Mary speaks of Sylva and before the roan mare can respond, another approaches. Great she thinks to herself, the blue and gold stallion approaches, his eyes happily linger of the other girl. She rolls her eyes at his behavior, when he turns back to Mary he speaks with no introduction, asking who it was that ruled Sylva.

    Mary cocks one eye to the stag who is more arrogant than his own good, I do she retorts. Of course she does with Sinner, but sometimes it is good to retain some information. The stallion then peers back to the roan, announcing his home in Ischia, stating she could come visit, the worst part was he turned and offered Mary a home in Ischia as well. She had just about had it with his immaturity, No thanks, I much prefer my throne in Sylva she snort and turns her attention back to the young girl, just about done standing beside this idiot.

    Perhaps she responds to the tobiano, not even bothering a response to Mary. She tenses slightly from the disrespect, but forces her body to relax, the young girl surely did not know any better, a nomad after all. Of course before she could speak another equine joined the trio, though this one took her by surprise. The roan stallion who looked much like the young girl had visited her fathers gravesight.

    The new stallion gives a sly comment to Ivar, one that makes a smirk tug at her lips before she calmly tucked it back away. The roan stallion then turns to her, offering his condolences. It is when he mentions her mother and Sylva that he ignites a fire within her belly. Yes, I don't think anyone would take the loss of there lover easily she snorts, a feeling she would never come to know  As for Sylva, we are striving more now than ever her gaze was hard before turning back to the young mare who inquires about the new stags home. Her gaze follows back, she could tell by the scent that clung to his pelt he must be from Nerine, but she allows him to respond. 

    @[naia] @[Leilan] @[Ivar] sorry it took so long!




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    Messages In This Thread
    cold summers - by naia - 12-01-2018, 08:47 PM
    RE: cold summers - by Mary - 12-02-2018, 09:03 PM
    RE: cold summers - by naia - 12-07-2018, 01:21 AM
    RE: cold summers - by Mary - 12-08-2018, 09:09 PM
    RE: cold summers - by Ivar - 12-10-2018, 07:57 AM
    RE: cold summers - by Leilan - 12-12-2018, 07:56 AM
    RE: cold summers - by naia - 12-15-2018, 12:16 AM
    RE: cold summers - by Mary - 12-19-2018, 07:05 AM
    RE: cold summers - by Ivar - 12-19-2018, 08:42 AM
    RE: cold summers - by Leilan - 12-23-2018, 07:16 AM
    RE: cold summers - by naia - 12-27-2018, 11:54 AM
    RE: cold summers - by Mary - 12-27-2018, 02:18 PM
    RE: cold summers - by Ivar - 12-29-2018, 11:05 AM
    RE: cold summers - by Leilan - 12-30-2018, 11:40 AM
    RE: cold summers - by naia - 01-02-2019, 07:15 PM
    RE: cold summers - by Leilan - 01-03-2019, 03:01 PM



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