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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


    We are the wild ones // Jassal pony
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    The stranger was metallic, and her opposite in coloration. A fun contrast, she thought, silver and gold. Very glamorous. The wattage of her smile amplified as he returned her observation agreeably. And why shouldn't he? It was a beautiful day. Saying otherwise would just be pettish. 

    "I'm Laia, from Tephra." She answered, nodding in the general direction of home. With doe-eyed interest she glanced at the meadow again, then back to the brindled stallion. "Do you live here? Or are you like me, out for a morning of fresh air?" She asked, a faint air of conspiracy hanging on her words. Oh it was always a little bit of a thrill to do something on her own. Her sisters were a lovely lot, certainly, but it was nice to be Laia alone sometimes. 

    It was small talk that she stuck too. That's what you did with strangers. Talk about the weather, the food, how's the family? It was what she was good at. People liked you more if you didn't pry or look too far beneath the beautiful surface of things. It was so often ugly beneath the surface... No, it was much better to keep things light. 

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    We are the wild ones // Jassal pony - by Laia - 11-23-2020, 09:01 PM
    RE: We are the wild ones // Jassal pony - by Laia - 11-23-2020, 10:27 PM
    RE: We are the wild ones // Jassal pony - by Laia - 11-23-2020, 11:25 PM
    RE: We are the wild ones // Jassal pony - by Laia - 11-30-2020, 09:54 PM



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