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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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[open] so bright, the flames burned in our hearts; njenyi, any

Cryil

Nomad

08-23-2016, 06:27 PM

Not long after the painted woman steps into the Ridge, another is close behind her. Green eyes peer from the dual tone of her brow. She watches for a moment before deciding to take up her feet and bring herself on over to the quiet mare.

Surprisingly, Cryil dips her head in greeting with the hints of a smile tugging her lips upward. Typically Cryil is a rather big pain in the rump but not towards this mare for some reason. "I'm Cryil, welcome to Gemstone Ridge...uh...?" She hesitates as she waits for the other mare's input.

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