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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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    eyes like sinking ships; cheri (midsummer fair)
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    The light that meets the dark

    Standing abreast one another, Cheri could see the slight pinch between Targaryen’s eyes that he was trying so gallantly to hide. It was useless; they knew each other too well to disguise deeper emotions with false expressions. She knew he was hiding a deeper feeling, but what that feeling was she couldn’t guess. Confusion? Sadness?

    Each of the Targaryens reflected back at her from the surrounding panes of ice-walls could’ve been the truth. She smiled a bit more earnestly at the real one, and reached quickly to bump her nose against his patterned side as he led them away to the right.

    “You sound so terribly sad, Yenny.” Cheri responded with a mixture of tormented confusion. In truth, she’d had a small amount of hope that he’d jump at the opportunity to join her - but her thoughts quickly aligned with his and she realized that out of all the requests she’d made in the past, asking him to leave the only real home he’d ever known might’ve been asking a bit too much. “You know I’m going to miss you too, right?” Her gaze wandered up to glance at Targaryen’s profile beside her.

    He was right: there was too much of Beqanna to discover, too many hidden wonders to see and chart out, and her whole life ahead of her. Taiga would never be grand enough to keep her grounded like her father. But to go it alone?

    “I never thought…” Cheri’s mind drifted away like her eyes, losing itself to the quiet serenity the maze induced from walking in random directions. She’d never really considered the fact that an adventurous life was a lonely sort of existence. Most mares her age were securing mates for the first time, planning families or joining herds. This new realization was a hard one for the young pegasus to swallow, but she did so anyway. It truly was what she wanted.

    “So you’ll stay in Taiga then?” Cheri asked Targaryen after a while, speaking up above the crunch their hooves made while walking through the snow. She didn’t know why but she needed that confirmation from him, the assertion that he wouldn’t leave and she could come home to find him waiting whenever she longed to see him again (which would be often.) He already knew where she would be if he ever wanted to return the favor.


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    RE: eyes like sinking ships; cheri (midsummer fair) - by Cheri - 06-15-2021, 10:59 AM



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