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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


    i'd burn here if that's what it takes [brennen]
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    cRess
    like a house on fire we're up in flames; i'd burn here if that's what it takes

    She has gotten so used to the same faces, the same voices, the same horses. Leliana and Tiphon and Dawn have really been the only ones she’s spoken to at lengths lately, and after a while she had grown bored of not having a broader social circle. She loves her friends and family deeply and fiercely, but she has become quite lonely. They are always there for her to talk to, but they are the only ones. She could always try to recruit for the Island, or even for their ruling kingdom, Tephra, but it seems so tedious – not to mention dangerous, with the plague lurking at every turn.

    As she takes wing towards the common lands, her mind drifts to Leliana’s newborn. Dawn is her youngest child, and it feels like so much longer than three years ago that she birthed her... so much longer than that since Ledger was in her life. Dawn had never met her kind father, unfortunately, though she had never seemed to pine for him or long to meet him. It’s for the best, Cress tells herself, but she wonders what sort of father Ledger would have been to the girl. They were not lovers by any stretch of the imagination, but she likes to think that Ledger would have been kind.

    She knows that things are not the best between Leliana and Malca’s father, whom she has never met, but she knows better than to pry into the other healer’s heart. If she wants to tell Cress, she will, and until then Cress will be nothing but the doting friend to her.

    Eventually she folds her wings and plummets towards the ground, opening them again with just enough time to catch herself and land – just a tad heavily – on the banks of the river. To her east is a sprawling meadow, with grass already growing nearly to her knees. It has only recently turned back to spring and the air still has a crisp quality, but she sighs happily as she soaks up what little warmth she can. She doesn’t move from where she landed just yet, knowing that in the common areas one is never alone for long.

    @[Brennen] this is poopy i am sorry

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    i'd burn here if that's what it takes [brennen] - by Cress - 01-17-2019, 11:48 PM



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