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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


    Hold my cup, watch me dance [Amarine, Lilliana]
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    Tornados from a butterfly's wing


    Existing in Taiga was not so very different from existing in Nerine. The landscape was markedly different, true, but the faces that called the redwoods home weren't. Nash and Yan had been fixtures in her childhood, her first greeters when Nev had brought her home from the den. Extentions of her cobbled together family tree, even before the relationship between her and Yan had bloomed into its current state. 

    Their mother was another piece of that puzzle, and Ama smiled warmly as the gilded mare came into view. She sent a rainbowed sunburst; Happiness distilled and concentrated that would echo in the minds of her family. The foals, their minds unmolded and easily impressed on, giggled at the shining sensation as it tickled their psyches. 

    The butterfly mare beamed at the pair as the they circled back to be seen by their granddam. She wanted dearly to introduce them to Neverwhere as well, but Lilliana had proven the easier mare to track down. 

    Ama's velventeen face flickered a moment. She'd felt something out of key with the rest of their little reunion. Some shadow that lingered beneath Lilli's demure greeting. It was tucked away as soon as she noticed it though, and she saw no reason to pursue it. Not when they had such pleasant tidings. 

    "Aunt Lilli," she said, reaching forward to pass her nose close by the older woman's. Not quite to touch. "Yes, two and they're wonderful." Her own eyes couldn't stay off the pair for long. Partly out of adoration, but also with a healthy need to know where they were at all times. She could feel already their tiny emotional signatures when they were close by. Little beams of gold and green that shone and danced when the children were happy. They were very usually happy. 

    She pressed her side lightly against Yan's, his steady energy tempering to her own mutable nature. It was a hard trick to learn how to feel the emotions of others without holding them as her own. To recognize them, and simply allow them to pass through. The first time the twins had felt hunger and had grown upset about it, she herself had begun to cry. It had taken longer than she'd like to admit to realize why.

    ...Amarine





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