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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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    [private]  breaking like the waves down on the coastline; aodhan
    #1
    breaking like the waves down on the coastline
    breaking like the wine-stained glass that held my drink

    After the birth of her firstborn, the rest of the spring passed by quickly. Eva intended to spend the remainder of the season recovering from the birthing. Her first time had been a breeze, but living the island life made her all the more wait until the mainland got a bit more warmer.
     
    When the summer season finally came, Eva decided it was finally time to take Aeolus to meet his father. The duo set out on the early morning one day. Leaving the island behind felt strange, but the purple nereid always looked forward to the adventures ahead.
     
    They travelled by swimming. Following along the west coast of the mainland. Aeolus was now a strong swimmer. It was something she always wanted him to be comfortable with before taking a long journey. Eva at first was cautious with their journey through the waters, but halfway through she allowed herself to relax more. She kept on eye on Aeolus, but the young sunset appaloosa boy always swam ahead, which made watching him even easier.
     
    Aeolus swam freely and ease. He spent his time twirling and twisting as he swam. Eva laughed and smiled happily watching her son. Eventually their journey through the waters came to an end.
     
    Reaching the shore of Brilliant Pampas, Eva quickly froze in wonderstruck as she looked upon the land. The terrain was filled with lush greenery, beautiful flowers, and a cool stream in the distance. It was beautiful as Ischia—almost at least. Eva smiled happily at the sight and moved further into the land with Aeolus at her side.
     
    Eva stopped to take a better look at the terrain that spread out before her and her son. She lowered her muzzle to look better at the colorful array of flowers. A particular purple one stood out to her, and she curiously inhaled the scent of it.
     
    Aeolus broke away from her side, bounding forward. He jumped and kicked as he played a couple of paces away from her. Eva lifted her gaze from the purple flower and smile warmly as her son played.

    Eva

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    @[Aodhan]
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    #2

    Aodhán
    little fire
    All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
    Coming back to the Pampas after having been made so sick he had briefly considered if death was better, was a risk Aodhán had not been willing to make right away. But eventually, he had no other home, and Noah hadn’t been around much at all before, so perhaps he could lay low and spy a bit on her to feel out what her decision was, before having to talk to her.

    By some coincidence, when he arrived she hadn’t been waiting for him at the border to send him away. That didn’t mean she still could or would, but at least he might have a chance of finding out what she wanted with the Pampas - what with him.

    As such, he was best disguised as a flower, one of many, since that was Noah’s other power. She might not find him an anomaly if he was one of those around him, might just heal and nurture him like the rest. Or if she did notice him, perhaps she would take less offence if he had a form that she favoured.

    But it wasn’t Noah touching his petals today - it was a familiar smell, and the flower, ticklish as he was, shrunk a little, then changed into something that actually had eyes. A small rabbit now looks up at the mare, and when he does, his smile breaks his little fluffy face. ”Eva!” Momentarily forgetting about the danger the lead herd mare potentially possesses, he stretches out a fluffy white paw to touch the purple-and-sunrise coloured mare. Something about her is different - less shiny, more… warm? It’s a feeling he can’t quite describe yet; and still his emerald eyes are captivated by her like they were not a year ago.


    @[Eva]
    #3
    breaking like the waves down on the coastline
    breaking like the wine-stained glass that held my drink

    A familiar, yet distant voice in her memory, calls out her name. Eva peers closely again at the purple father. Her expression this time furrows with confusion and uncertainty. She had never heard a flower speak before!

    Suddenly, the flower twisted and shifted into a small animal she remembers Adria telling her was a rabbit when was she just a yearling. Her orange-gold eyes quickly warm up as she recognizes the familiar smile that spreads across the rabbit’s face and the same emerald eyes she could never look away from. “@[Aodhan]!” She says warmly.

    Her smile widens as his soft paw touches her. She nuzzles Aodhan’s cheek gently with her purple muzzle. “It’s so good to see you again!” Her voice is filled with joy. “What were you doing down there as a flower!?” She laughs softly at the idea. Thankfully, she thinks, I didn’t step on you!

    Eva

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    #4

    Aodhán
    little fire
    All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
    The white rabbit enjoys her soft touches, finding himself wondering about the difference between friendship, affection and love - but then when she retreats to speak he disregards his thoughts and feelings, to simply mesmerise at her face, then remember her question and giving her an almost guilty look. ”You probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you why, but I was hiding.”

    He tilts his head at her, still wondering, then finally asking. ”You seem different. Is that because you’re out of the water?” he asks her. She seems… softer? Still, or even perhaps more, attractive that way for sure. But a different kind of attraction than the magical one from before.

    Not that he minds, though.


    @[Eva]




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