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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


    She sells seashells by the sea shore // Aegean
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    She had wanted to see the world after her job was finished, and so she'd chosen a more circuitous route home than she'd started with. Her utter lack of winter expectations had left her cold and irritable until she'd stumbled on the river. That discovery had set her course for a while. North or south had really been the only choice to make, and once she realized the river let our to the sea fairly quickly going south, North was the way to go. 

    The river was long and curving, and she swam it or walked along it, depending on the depth it allowed for. The forest it wound through was beautiful. Pines grew in stiff spires, every branch shimmering with over crystals, while the other trees reminded her more of massive staghorn corals. They reached for the grey-white sky with jutting fingers, unbelievably tall. 

    What would they look like in the warmer months? She had to wonder. They were so different from the plants that grew beneath the waves, or the ones she'd gotten used to on the island. Even the plant matter in Pangea had been so differently structured, scrubbier in nature. When summer came around, she would have to return just too see how things changed. 

    After a while, huge stony forms interrupted the trees, craggy hills and then mountains growing from the landscape. There were still trees, but it couldn't be called a forest. The river moved quicker now, making the way a little more difficult. Treacherous rapids interrupted her path, until she had to give up the river entirely for a ways. Walking alongside it was still pleasant, though. 

    Her breath clouded in front of her like a froth of bubbles. Icicles sparked from where they hung in rows from branches and rocky outcroppings. As long as she stayed near enough to the water, her aquatic nature allowed her to view it all without the distraction of freezing to death. There were limits, but so far she didn't feel like dying just because the temperatures had dropped. 

    The channel began to broaden after a while, the land growing marshy despite the cool air. Mud began to cling to her hooves only to be flung off during the strange high step of her water-adapted gait. The distributary river was reaching its source, a wide plain of slate grey water opening before her. A lake, she figured, it didn't feel quite like the sea. It was a pretty view, even if it wasn't home. 

    @[Aegean]




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