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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


    [open]  They were the ones who could fly.
    #2
    i feel
    a bad moon rising
    Lepis’ left foreleg is stretched in front of her, and she nibbles at the navy-striped knee. She’s brushed too close to a cactus while taking to the sky, and though the spines of the saguaro were not the type to stay in the skin, the spot is still tender. Not for the first time, she thinks of the regeneration her children had inherited: that ability to recover instantaneously from injury. Lepis has no such magics, and her own are of no use when it comes to such things.

    She is still using them though, a thin projection of relaxation extending several paces away from her in all direction. It’s harmless, and blends well with the languid ease that already seems to have filled many of the assembled horses.

    The itch satisfied, the dun mare lowers her leg. Having recently arrived in the Field, she has not yet taken the time to look over the horses, and she does so now. Most are in little groups, chatting or grazing. There are fewer kingdom recruiters than she recalls being usual – perhaps they have stayed home on this warm summer day. Lepis had considered doing so as well, but she had already spent the day before lounging beside the River, and a monarch can only take so many days for themselves before the whispers of concern begin. Lepis, still readjusting herself to the responsibilities of leadership, does not intend to give those whispers early teeth.

    She notices the sabino pegasus the second time she sees her, as the woman approaches a group, wanders away, and does the same thing a second time. A recruiter, Lepis wonders? One who reconsiders her targets after approaching them? No. There’s not quite enough purpose to her, and Lepis finds herself intrigued. When the other woman finally separates from most of the crowd and heads toward the water, Lepis follows. Her own golden wings are tucked to her sides, and she draws up just short of the other mare – close enough to talk, but not enough to spook her. 

    "What are you looking for?" She asks curiously. The question is one she’s asked dozens of times in the Field, a tool to determine the fit of what she has to offer with what a potential Loessian is seeking. That is not her intent today though. "I couldn’t help but notice you looking around earlier. Are you trying to find someone in particular?"

    @[Larentia]
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    Messages In This Thread
    They were the ones who could fly. - by Larentia - 04-09-2020, 11:18 PM
    RE: They were the ones who could fly. - by Lepis - 04-10-2020, 08:18 AM
    RE: They were the ones who could fly. - by Toivo - 04-10-2020, 11:36 AM
    RE: They were the ones who could fly. - by Raul - 04-10-2020, 11:53 AM
    RE: They were the ones who could fly. - by Lepis - 04-12-2020, 08:19 AM
    RE: They were the ones who could fly. - by Raul - 04-17-2020, 08:14 PM



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