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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


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    take a bullet to the heart just to keep you safe; any faerie
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    He was struck numb by the fact that she was the spitting image of his parents… of their parents. Sparks were dancing along her skin like fireworks and a red flower blossomed richly at her breast, and the world spun on its axis when she said his name. It was so familiar –– she was so familiar –– and it felt like second nature when they touched noses in greeting. Leander knew exactly who she was, even before she called him brother –– and yet there was so much more to the sparks they shared than simple recognition.

    <b>“Rhy,”</b> he breathed in complete stupefaction. <b>“It’s really you.”</b> The eyes that were the same brown as their father’s welled with emotion as he looked at her standing there, bold and bright and grinning, and suddenly he was launching himself at her like he might have done as a boy if they’d ever had the chance to grow up together. He wrapped his muscular neck about her shoulders in a fierce embrace and felt the tears slipping down his cheeks into her mane when she said, <i>‘Mom and Dad send their love, as always.’</i>

    Wordlessly they separate, looking each other over with similar expressions of warmth and wonderment. <b>“I can’t believe this is happening,”</b> he laughed. His eyes shone a little as he paused and swallowed, considering the implications of their meeting. <b>“Does this mean I’m…”</b> Lee couldn’t bring himself to utter the word, <i>dead</i>, though not because he feared that he was –– a world where he could be with his eldest sister and his parents again didn’t scare him. But leaving Kora behind…

    It was as though she could read his thoughts, for it was Kora’s name that Rhy uttered next. He listened with a furrowed brow as she explained the reality of their beginnings and everything that had happened because of it. He had heard his parents’ version of this same story, of course, and that Rayelle and Riagan had urged Kora to return to Beqanna to try and make amends with her estranged sister, but he knew nothing of what had come afterward. A somberness lingered about his mouth as Rhy now filled in some of those blanks.

    <b>“It was a blessing and a curse, then,”</b> the splashed stallion murmured as he mulled it all over. <b>“Her winter, I mean.”</b> He leaned on a haunch as he sighed heavily, regret painting a mournful picture as he continued. <B>“I’ve tried breaking through to her, Rhy. You’ve probably seen how well that’s gone.”</b> Shaking his head, he met his sister’s gaze and voiced his greatest fear. <b>“But if her own child won’t melt her heart, is there anything that ever will?”</b>

    After they finished talking of Kora, his electric sister spoke once more. <i>‘We had planned to come find you, little brother. Together.’</i> Leander felt the way his jaw slackened, felt himself blinking hard as she added, <i>‘And I’m so sorry we couldn’t, didn’t.’</i> With misted eyes, he took a step forward so that he could place his muzzle against her in quiet consolation. Kora certainly hadn’t told him <I>that</i> before –– yet while the revelation had caught him by surprise, he refused to find fault with either of his sisters because of it.

    Leander cleared his throat a little as he pulled away. <b>“It’s okay. Really,”</b> he said reassuringly before a spark of mischief crossed his expression. <b>“Though I suppose this might be my only chance to act like the annoying little brother you never had, so I demand you make it up to me,”</b> he teased, flashing her a lopsided grin that was anything but demanding as all was forgiven.

    In truth, the two might have been quite close had they actually grown up together. Their temperaments weren’t identical, and yet the like-mindedness that existed between them could have harkened the forging of an ironclad bond had they both lived. <i>If only.</i> He knew what he needed to hear from her next, and while Leander truly did want to know more about her life, it pained him to remember that in so doing he would inevitably learn more about her death. <b>“What about you, Rhy?”</b> he ventured after a while. <b>“What happened to you?”</b>



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