plus she good at charmin' cobras[any]

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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] plus she good at charmin' cobras[any]

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08-25-2016, 06:31 PM

The green eyes of the painted woman find another new face within the Ridge. A smile tugs at her lips as she approaches with a nod to skull. The other woman oddly hued mare was a pleasant sight in Cryil's eyes.

As she closes some space between, the fair painted mare moves passed with her sister, limping. Lobes flicker curiously as she halts her pace. The tall mare returns her gaze the other. "Hello there, welcome." Cryil must call with elevated tones as she does not want to crowd the new arrival but instead waits to allow the other to come closer to her, if she should like.

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