Assailant -- Year 226
"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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04-13-2018, 04:34 PM
Lavendel, a refuge. Her name didn't fit well with that title, didn't fit well at all. She had cried when the news came, had they not been doing it right? Oh God, was it her fault? Had she failed Sylva in her duties?... No. No it was that bastard Modicum that ruined it. He ripped the only true home she had known from her. It was he who had caused the unshed tears to burn her eyelids as she stood before him whilst he slithered his way into her queen's throne. It was he whom she had wished such terrible things on before leaving the forest forever. It was he who had made them all feel so alone... So terrified.
The tears came slowly at first as she walked, and then wracked her body in such fitful sobs that she had to stop and let the emotion take her for a while. It was gone. Gone to who knows what the clown would do. The queen who took her in like a child had slipped away like fine silk, and Jesper... Sweet Jesper who knew where he had gone. The painted woman choked on a sob and turned her head to the dimming sky. Where would she go now? She fought her mind for memories of where those she had met went home too.
Tephra, while nice seemed much to dark for the girl, and Nerine wasn't her kind of party, Ischia had become to wrapped into the nonsense, and...
She shook her head fitfully.
Hyaline. She would go to Hyaline in search of Svedka and Ilma, they had been so kind to her before... Lavendel smiled ever so slightly at the memories of the two and found the strength to glide forward once more.
Hyaline.
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It was prettier than Svedka said it would be.
The mountains rolled into the perfect little valley, who's heart was the shinning emerald of a lake only who knows how deep. The trees made nice little copses all decked out in seasonal Wysteria and colorful flowers of the iris sort.. It was beautiful and so brightly colored that Lamb wondered if Hyaline made colors all on her own. Not anywhere in sight did she see the tell tale oranges and reds of the Sylvan floor. Somewhere in some part of her she closed that door with a slam.
She couldn't change what had been done. It was too late for worrying, but then again there was never a need to worry.
She called out to them then, hoping someone would come.
((UNEDITED PRAY FOR ME I HOPE IT READS WELL))
L a v e n d e l
04-13-2018, 05:22 PM
Solace
caretaker of hyaline
04-14-2018, 06:28 AM
Tähti we are Stars, wrapped in skin the Light you are searching has always been Within @[Lavendel] Heh, I figured she could use a cheer-up
04-14-2018, 12:27 PM
the secret of our world is written in the stars He awakes with the sun. He had dreamt of the moon and the stars, which had shifted and moved from their normal positions across a black expanse of endless night. The movement was radiant and beautiful, majestic in the way that the galaxies twisted and turned - from purples to pinks to the lightest of silvers. He had watched hungrily, a tiny and insignificant figure beneath the yawning and neverending universe. But now golden light draws him seamlessly fromhis sleep, its warm and radiant tendrils filtering through the gentle sway of the branches cascading from his willow tree, slowly ushering him from his unconsciousness. Bleary-eyed but well-rested, the sun-and-cloud stallion tosses his head, the ivory and bright blue of his mane and forelock falling across his face. By the time he has moved from his willow and into the early morning sun, dawn had revealed the morning glories and wisteria, showering the valley with the warmth of summer’s plenty. The eastern wind brings the scent of fresh meadow grass and a shiver of coolness from the mountains, but also something new and also familiar. There is a call that the wind brings to him, and though perhaps not meant for him to investigate, he does so anyway. It does not take him long to find them, a trio on the borders between Hyaline and the river. Only one is familiar, and immediately his heart pricks with adoration as he recognizes the bright and beautiful wings and the deep gold of Solace. There is a young filly - with disheveled wings and a tiny, cheery voice - as well as another. The stallion finds his place beside Solace, a low and warm nicker of greeting offered to his twin. He flicks an ear towards the ebony child, lowering his head to glance at her from behind Solace, snorting softly at her eagerness and chuckling warmly. A small smile - cunning and knowing - finds his champagne-gold lips as the brightness of his blue eyes fixates on the deep honey and white of the woman who has ventured beyond the River and mountain to find them. With immediate recognition, he murmurs gently: “Little lamb,” his voice serious and tender. He remembers her from their early morning in the wildflowers of the meadow and notices that there is a difference in her that had not been there before. There is sadness in her eyes, despite the courage that shines there too. He had not been close enough to hear Solace offer to escort her to the lake, but he knows his sister well and assumes that the offer has already been given. He waits patiently - which is strangely so for him - with a gentle gleam in his bright eyes as he fills himself up with whatever grief that has stricken her, his face soft. (be my escape) Svedka
04-14-2018, 01:43 PM
All she can muster for the moment is a nod in the golden mare's direction. While the mare offered no name those shinning blue eyes were familiar and kind, so Lamb steps forward and sucks in a breath.
"I would enjoy that greatly. Thankyou." It is a harsh whisper, her voice. It didn't ring as musically as it should have, or sound nearly as pleasant as it did mere days ago. Dark lashes fall over her face as another approaches them, a girl, robed in ebony feathers. She is the opposite of Lavendel's somber appearance, she was what Lamb was working towards again. Despite it all Lamb pulls a smile because happiness was contagious no matter what the circumstances. "Hello darling girl, I am Lavendel. What might your name be?" She avoids the first question for now because another approaches then. He (like the first equine) is golden and light. Had all the horses in Hyaline been touched by the sun? Though as he comes closer her smile falters and the reality of what was to come for them all set in once more. She had met him before, in a happier time. The sneaking suspicion is confirmed only when he speaks her name. "Svedka?" It is a whisper as she looks between the two before her. The mare's eyes had been familiar because they held the same twinkling as her twin's. With a shuddering intake she turns to the bright eyes of the girl beside her before returning her gaze to twin hues. "While I am happy to see you Svedka, I only wish it could be upon happier circumstances." She cuts off before she can scream out. The matter was not one for children. There was no need to bring the innocent mind of a girl into the crippling case of reality. "I do apologize for arriving unannounced." She turns to the mare as she speaks, for of course Lamb knew who she was. (It had been her job after all...though the realization hadnt quite come until now) There is not a hint of the diplomat she had been in the soft edges of her voice. It is simply the soundings of a friend worried for the future of the home they had left. "But I believe what I have to tell you may make up for such informality." L a v e n d e l
04-15-2018, 10:25 AM
Solace
caretaker of hyaline
04-15-2018, 10:49 AM
Tähti we are Stars, wrapped in skin the Light you are searching has always been Within @[Svedka] not sure if you needed to be tagged, but your turn I believe
04-17-2018, 05:08 PM
the secret of our world is written in the stars Her eyes are a little brighter when she recognizes him, and it makes his heart leap. Her voice is a whisper as she questions his name, and he answers her with a broad, handsome smile. Despite the sadness that clings to her body, she is every inch of the wildflower woman he had met in the meadow in the sun’s first light. “Even on the saddest circumstances, Lavendel, will I be happy to see you.” His voice is gentle and low, a soft nicker vibrating in his throat as encouragement. She looks as if she is about to burst with either exhaustion and despair, so he says nothing else, turning to Solace to give her a widened, sad blink. His twin implores for more - gently, tenderly - and so Svedka moves past Lavendel, turns, and then comes to her side. He is solid and stoic beside her - a pillar of strength for the woman to press against, to hold onto as she is asked to explain further. Svedka can tell that her thoughts are more than she can bear, but that she holds it in so well. He is even so bold as to keep his shoulder steadily against the pale gold of her own, curving his neck keep his cerulean gaze strictly on her. He is patient and unwavering, nostrils quivering once more as a deep nicker is offered to her. She is safe here, he promises her silently, his pale muzzle brushing tenderly against her tear-stained cheek. She is too beautiful to be this sad, and once Svedka understands why, he will fix it for her. He will chase the sadness from her eyes in whatever way he knows how. (be my escape) Svedka @[Lavendel]
04-20-2018, 03:36 PM
The sigh that escapes her is long and dreaded as Svedka comes to stand at her side. Lavendel leans into him as much as he had to her, their golden sides touching just enough to strengthen her words.
"Perhaps it wont be news to you, but Sylva has been falling for quite some time," If only there had been more time for the kingdom. "We were weak and in our dark hours evil pushed us out." Her pale sapphire eyes find Solace's. "A great darkness is washing over Beqanna Solace. A terrible, terrible man has taken throne in Sylva." Her gaze falls to the ebony child and she shakes her head before turning her gaze to the sky. It seems dull now, less brilliant than it had been before. "Take this as a warning Queen Solace. This man wont stop until he has it all." There is an anger in her words, laced with bitter truth and denial. This Modicum was cruel and quick to punish. His minions had crawled from the wood work and God only knew how many lay dormant for now. Lavendel turns her gaze to meet Svedka's now and then returns to her somber lyrics. "If it is all right with you, I'd like to stay here. I can offer my assistance in any way you see fit Solace." Her gaze is pleading. Even if she were to stay, she had to do something to help. She had to prevent this from happening to anyone else. L a v e n d e l
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