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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


    On behalf of myself || DIPLOMAT, Any
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    piece of her leaves when Wishbone does. It’s difficult for Wound to see her firstborn swim to the mainland for the last time in who knows how long. She can’t deny there’s a tendril of relief that swirls in those salty waters with her daughter though, finding that she will no longer have to chase Wishbone through the forests and pull her down from trees and push her away from drowning with the whales. But the largest pieces of Wound are achy and empty.

    So she mopes. For a few dreadful days she is too depressed to even bother with eating or sleeping, spending most of her time in the heated pools nestled under the stern face of the volcano. While the days simmer around her, she simmers inside the pond until her skin is burning and her head is swimming. She only gets out of the water when she’s on the brink of passing out.

    But eventually she pulls herself away from the fog, forcing herself to clear her mind. After venturing past Tephra’s borders for a day, Wound returns with the intention of leaping back into her work and filling the hole Wishbone left with her loyalty to Tephra (and Warrick). It isn’t long into the day of her return that a slender voice drags itself through the brine-and-ash air.

    The girl smells of Nerine (cliff-sides and windswept air and angry waves). With her approximate age, it doesn’t take Wound long to guess why she might be on Tephra’s borders. Wound approaches easily, her silvery body relaxed and casual. There’s a smooth smile finding her lips already as she limps forward, eventually coming to a halt within a respectful distance. She doesn’t want to crowd the girl while she gets her bearings.

    Wound’s eyes flutter over the yearling’s body for a moment, analyzing her frame. She doesn’t seem built for warriorhood, but that could be her immaturity in growth. Still, Tephra’s diplomatic climate is equally as worthy of investment — though Wound could be partial. “Welcome to Tephra. My name is Wound. Are you the one Nerine has chosen?”
    credit to nat of adoxography.

    @[Philomena] @[Warrick]


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