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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


    [private]  your string of lights is still bright to me
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    It was almost fun, to imagine that he was not a horse conceived of mother and father, but something else entirely. An entity altogether his own, a son of the waves and salt wind, unattached and untethered. It wouldn't be much stranger than the truth. 

    Mythologies aside, the blue patterned sea colt shrugged at the elder's question. "Yeah, it's easy." He stated, momentarily forgetting that not all the world was familiar with the ways of he and his family. He was a remarkable blend of his maternal grandparents, destined for a life at sea by their combined powers. Odd, even by islander standards, but blessed by nature. His awkward smile deepened at the next question. 

    Ma had a trick. One she'd shown him when he was quite young, too young to have any real control over his powers. "Yeah, sure! We just have to get below quick before the water gets too rough." He kicked up a puff of sand in his excitement to get to the beach again. No one back home was impressed by nereid talents anymore. They were another facet of Ischian life anymore, and it thrilled Cormorant to have the opportunity to show off. Even if what he had in mild might be far different from the brindled stallion's plans. 

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    RE: your string of lights is still bright to me - by Cormorant - 04-14-2020, 04:38 PM



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