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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


    that which is dead may never die; any
    #6

    He’s not even sure he can blame his parents either. Is it Covet’s fault for being dead? Honestly, would Covet have even cared that the boy was alive. The black stallion had a hoard of children running around. Rhonan was just another face in the crowd (even if his particular face was fucking gold). Is it even Myrina’s fault? He didn’t exactly hang around her much, and even if she yelled at him, he’d still wander off. It probably didn’t matter what his mother did. He’d still be Rhonan. He still wouldn’t care enough to understand the finer graces of this conversation thing. Why would anyone not say what came into his or her head?

    If he ever became a diplomat, he’d have to learn the answer to that question. Hopefully, for the sake of whatever kingdom he joins (should he decide to join one, he’s too young to care), he never becomes a diplomat. Maybe he’d learn how to fight. Maybe he’d suck at that too and just pimp himself out like his dad did. That’s not a half bad life, right?

    He’s never really thought about warm and cold in the way she does. Things are hot or they are cold. In the one, he sweats. In the other, he shivers. So far in his short life he hasn’t experience warm or cool, that lovely in between in which neither sweating nor shivering occurs. Maybe one day he will. Really, odds dictate that he definitely will, but he doesn’t know odds yet. He just knows what he’s experienced, and the tiny bit of the world his mother has bothered to tell him about. Mostly, he’ll just have to figure it all out as he goes.

    “Sun,” he says in answer to her question, again as if this alone is enough of an answer. “There’s a lot of sun, though we can’t really see it because of the trees. But I guess the trees trap the heat? Dude, honestly, I have no damn clue. Cause it’s hot.” He doesn’t think that this answer is rude. Just honest. He thinks it’s because there’s a lot of sun and there’s not much of a breeze because there are so many freaking trees. But he’s a colt. Really, it could because his ass was on fire and he probably wouldn’t even know.

    He’s a little more normal to her next statement. He does know the different kingdoms here. That much he’s picked up, some from Myrina, some from random conversations he’s wandered past. It’s amazing how little attention adults pay to children, as if they don’t have ears to hear with at all. At least in the case of Rhonan, they are lucky enough to be overheard by ears that just don’t care. “Where do you live?”

    rhonan.

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    RE: that which is dead may never die; any - by Rhonan - 07-15-2015, 01:18 PM



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