Alone and Wondrous

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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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Alone and Wondrous

Silic

Nomad

03-29-2016, 08:33 PM

I switch my gaze to another stallion that showed up, his posture showing off his confidence and I look between the two as I shuffle my feet, a habit I do when I'm nervous. I stall for time and chew on some grass pieces observing the differences between the two. "Hello to you too" I say hesitating to tell them my name. "My name is Silic, It's a pleasure to meet new horses" I say to both of them.

( Sorry Jedi, I can't seem to speak or read Latin )

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