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COTY

QOTY

"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

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Cryil

Nomad

08-23-2016, 11:11 AM

It not hard to find the Ridge. It stays nestled snug as a bug in the Valley's confines. Perhaps it's why Cryil is drawn there?

The leggy painted mare has caught wind of a new stallion looking to recruit some mares to his lands...and she being the kind of gal she is, thought to meet him instead of the old ways of just being bitten and driven back. Nope...not that kind of this for her.

She enters his home with a fluid trot before calling to the stallion. Green eyes look about with a slightly cocked brow as she surveys the land before a small smile drags across her lips. Cryil is rather enjoying the lay of the land, the way autumn colors blend.

Yes, this was rather lovely.

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