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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


    this brilliant light is brighter than we've known; djinni
    #1

    She thinks it is just another strange dream when she wakes to the sound of a silent morning - wonders how she managed to sleep at all with so much broken glass in her chest. She knows it is there because her heart was shattered yesterday, because even though something still beats inside her, it must be an imposter. The wounds are too real to be anything else, her heart too empty to still be inside her at all.

    It is there, though, and she knows it. Beating and aching and falling apart, wounding her relentlessly. Else she would be numb now, peaceful in the face of true emptiness.

    It takes too long to realize that Merry isn’t there with her, too many seconds wasted as she is reminded of that strange plague-dream and the rumbles of a changed world. It isn’t until she shifts on the legs buckled beneath her, turns to sweep her muzzle across his little neck and kiss him good morning, that she realizes how terribly wrong she is.

    Her heart is still whole and turned to thunder, her pulse crashing like a river through her ears, pounding and aching and making her vision hazy at the edges as she stands and moves swiftly to the doorway of their hollow-tree den. He is nowhere. Not just outside, not playing with the swaying tree-shadows, just gone. “MERRY!” She calls loudly, a voice somehow still soft as it rises above the eerie silence of dawn. “MERRY, WHERE ARE YOU!” 

    She bolts from their home, heads deeper into a forest that is absolutely different despite being entirely same.

    — Luster —
    so we let our shadows fall away like dust ;


    @[Djinni]
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    #2
    She had wished once, lazily and with only half-intent, to know more. Decades later, a thousand attempts at something else have gone awry, and the genie has chosen less arcane methods to control what she has done.

    For the most part she ignores them, the little bits of awareness that arrive, unfiltered and drifting on the breeze. Djinni is mostly indifferent to the needs of others - and always has been, considering this a blessing - but there are some for whom she makes an exception.

    The boy growing inside her is one, his father and sister two others. The remaining list is only a few names long, a handful of faces that she considers minutely more valuable than any others in the sea of Beqanna.

    Luster, shouting for her missing boy, is one of them, and Djinni appears ahead of her in the woods in a shimmer of golden light. Dawn is barely touching the tallest redwood in the forest, yet the roan mare moves with frantic wakefulness. The genie blinks the sleepiness from her brown eyes, and when she opens them they are green again, focused on the girl who searches for her brother.

    "Why are you still here?" Djinni asks. So many have fled the plague to shelter in the safelands; why do they remain in the Taiga? She doesn't mean to be unhelpful; her priorities are simply different. Her curiosity is more piqued than her empathy in this moment.

    @[Luster] <3
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