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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


    And all that she intends, all she keeps inside.. [birth;any]
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    A name, her child's name, rolls from her maw.

    Tioga

    One word, one simple little word, and her heart is full. She knew she needed to rise, to get up and clean her babe. Perhaps a few more seconds, she thought, still heaving for air.

    She took this moment now to really view the form of the other, her chocolate eyes furrowed with worry. This other, she looked quite familiar to the way Wichita once had. Once upon a time she had stomped into the field, cut up, and looking a right mess. Now she saw what once others might have seen. Still the stranger mare whispered kind words, sometimes mimicking her own. Ever so gentle she touched Wichita's yellow pelt, and the little mare could better see the extent of her injuries.

    "Are you okay? You look a right mess sugar."

     She asks before raising her dial from the patch of clover, her neck snaking around to see her babe. The little filly was looking about, it's tiny head wobbling atop it's thin neck. A coat of pure black, damp from birth. Gaingling stilts grab at the earth, the child attempting to gain her feet, no luck as of yet. The sunshine mare whickers in encouragement, adjusting her own legs as she pushes her carriage from the earth.
    A light breeze is welcomed, caressing her damp pelt, cooling her as she circles Tioga. Her candy hued mane plastered against her neck and face, she herself was not looking so hot.

    She takes small peeks at the dark form that stands with her, wondering where the other had come from in such a state. A shadow she is. Still as ever as she watches both Wichita and the newborn, perhaps not even very aware of what had happened herself. "That's all righ' if ya don't wanna talk about it. I'm much appreciative for ya staying with me, that was very nice." She speaks between cleaning her foal, eventually helping the child to her feet. A black dot against her pastel pelt, Tioga quickly find the milk she is after. A jerk in response from Wichita, the girls eagerness rather rough. "You can stay here with us if ya like,"she offers, for she would stay here a while recovering her strength.


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