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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


    connect the space b e t w e e n [OPEN]
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    Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between
    Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies, across this new divide

    But was it truly friends she wanted, or merely allies? Was it only that she wanted to be HEARD again? To stand before them and command respect, not only with her stature but her voice? Was it friendship she ached for, or simply a life?

    Silence was tedious - she grew irritated by it.

    When he crawled out from the woodwork she was not surprised. Though he burst back in to her life on a froth-tipped wave she did not falter when it broke upon the shore; she turned to face him with quietude and acceptance and, perhaps, a hint of expectation. He had disappeared but she had always known he would show his face again; ones like him never truly stayed gone.

    Her mother had been like that, once. Bursts of life and vivacity in a life longer than most ever dreamed of. She ruled and then fell quiet only to thunder forth when her values (or family) were threatened. Aranea had adopted at least that much from the spider, only when she had returned she had not been met with glory and respect.

    Aranea had never truly earned it. Youth and naivety were replaced with age and experience, though physically she had not changed a bit (barring the scars that criss-crossed her flesh, and those of orange that burned her shoulder), and now she was eager to regain her fire.

    The sparks burned bright in her eyes as she faced him.

    Ah and he knew; of course he knew. But where had the magicians gone? Aranea tipped her head from side to side, a gesture of this question, a silent inquiry that flamed to life. Did HE know? Had HE seen any? Wordless though she may be he would have to be blind to not understand the question.

    It mattered, but it didn't, and the ashen mare blew a soft breath to the creature of eight. Whatever his answer may be she was thankful for his company as indicated by the idle bob of her head and the shuffle of her hooves to close the gap between them. With him she hardly needed words and that was a welcome relief.



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    RE: connect the space b e t w e e n [OPEN] - by Aranea - 01-03-2017, 11:39 PM



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