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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


    pack your bags up and leave (Ginger pony)
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    " Some girls are like butterflies: Pretty to see, hard to catch. "


    She wanted to explore, see all that Beqanna had to offer aside from what she already knows. So far she has roamed the Field and Meadow, and now the Forest has peaked her interest. It was a lot different from the wide open spaces, though, not just the fact that towering trees surrounded her. It was easy to get lost in; everywhere she looked there was nothing but trees, trees and more trees. No matter how much she adventured amongst the trees, it looked as if she wasn’t making any progress. By now she was sure she was going in circles.

    But she didn’t particularly mind. She’d find her way out sometime; might as well enjoy the new scenery while she was there. And so she walked with slow, calming strides, while her blue eyes busied themselves by examining her surroundings. When she didn’t linger on how lost she was, the Forest was quite pretty. The canopy shielded her from the blinding sun, only allowing a few of its warm rays to seep between the leaves and branches here and there. The air was warm with a slight chill under the shade, filled with lovely birdsong and an occasional rustle from the trees as a breeze passed by. So far she hadn’t seen any living creatures, aside from a few squirrels scuttling up a tree, or a bird pecking at the ground for worms. 

    All in all, it was a serene experience. For a while now she had a longing to just lie down, just letting the living Forest lull her. Maybe she could just wait for someone else to come around and guide her out. There was plenty of vegetation to feed on while she waited. Heh, sure. Like that would happen.

    She sighed lightly to herself, chuckling a little at her own desire to be lazy. If she was having trouble putting effort into trying to continue onward, then this was going to be a long journey.
    Sunniva


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    RE: pack your bags up and leave (Ginger pony) - by Sunniva - 09-22-2018, 05:53 PM



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