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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


    symptoms of the culture
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    Slowly closing the distance between them, he cocked his head as he considered the filly before him. She appeared confused, her eyes glossed over as if she'd only just woke from a dream. Gazing around she almost didn't seem to see him at first. Pitying her, he stepped forward, his eyes softened as they gazed upon her.

    Turning towards his approach, the smallish filly's eyes brightened and her pace quickened. From where he stood, he thought he heard the sound of her excited squeal of delight - a gesture that caught him by surprise. Unhindered by her confusion she approaches him and it's as she speaks the crease of his brow deepens. She spoke of places long forgotten and didnt even seem to recognize the land upon which she stood. His throat tightened and he remained still as she drew closer still. She was young, and he knew that he had to help her.

    "I'm afraid the desert is no more," he explained as gently as possible. He braced himself against the shock he was sure would follow. "You are at what we call the River."

    It was hard to understand how someone so young could know about the desert. He himself had been born after it's time and he'd spend his childhood upon the island of Ischia. Even so, he was well educated in the histories. Cocking his head he gazed over his shoulder in the direction of his home.

    "If there is someone in particular you are looking for, my father may be able to assist you." Immortality has its perks, he supposed. "He is very wise and has seen this land change many times. I am sure he would be honored to help in whatever way possible."

    It was a shame that Belgaer couldn't have been of any more use to her, but he knew the best way he could help her was to take her to Ischia. She would be safe there and there were many there wiser than he. Within touching distance of her now, he stepped forward and nuzzled her withers. Amazed by the smallness of her.

    "If you would allow me to, I would like to escort you to my home. A place called Ischia."

    He had no way of knowing how she might react to his offer, but he hoped desperatedesperately that she would accept.

    OOC: @[Pond] I thought that once we are done here, if she accepts, I can start a thread in ischia tagging Brennen. Interested to see where this goes!
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    symptoms of the culture - by Pond - 04-21-2018, 07:52 PM
    RE: symptoms of the culture - by Belgaer - 04-24-2018, 06:38 PM
    RE: symptoms of the culture - by Pond - 05-08-2018, 04:23 PM
    RE: symptoms of the culture - by Belgaer - 05-12-2018, 08:15 AM
    RE: symptoms of the culture - by Pond - 05-15-2018, 04:42 PM
    RE: symptoms of the culture - by Belgaer - 05-15-2018, 07:09 PM
    RE: symptoms of the culture - by Pond - 05-16-2018, 08:16 AM



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