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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


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    It puts a funny little twinge in her chest to hear him say it.
    He confirms her fears, just that easy, but she tries for a smile anyway.

    She will learn to be brave someday. She will learn how to be okay with the burden of this truth. She knows nothing of the magic in her heart, how it wilts to think that she will someday encounter anger and misery and bitter rejection and so many countless other things that she does not have names for.

    The heart wilts and then it blooms when he reaches out to touch her and their twin magic, the light with which they glow, intermingles. How it delights her to see that it only gets stronger, brighter, warmer. It makes her warm, too.

    His insistence makes her bashful. She doesn’t trust it as the truth, necessarily, but she has no reason to believe that her friend would lie to her either. So she grins and she nods and she reaches out to touch him in return. She doesn’t mean to, but she lingers a bit longer than he had before she finally draws away and meets his eye steady. “You do, too.” She says it plain. Not trying to convince either of them or anything. Because it seems obvious to her, too.

    He yawns and she follows his gaze to the horizon and then to the sun and then, finally, to his father. It hitches her breath for reasons she doesn’t understand and she blinks once before she shifts her focus back to her friend.

    My mom will be here soon,” she assures him with a firm nod. She does not, in fact, know when her mother will return but she believes with her whole heart that it will be soon. Her mother wouldn’t let her be scared, she’ll come before the sun sets.

    She is prepared to say her goodbye when he surprises her with another question. Her expression softens and she smiles, reaching out to bump his nose gently. “I hope so.” She meets his gaze for a beat before she finally withdraws.

    Goodbye, Aureus. Thank you for being my friend.” And then she turns to return to the center of the Playground where her mother will be able to find her.

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