Wildflower Plateau
Wildflower Plateau is the sister-land to Brilliant Pampas, though the two have been separated since the Catastrophe. Wildflowers are this land’s specialty, and it sports more flowers than humankind has ever discovered. Every shape and size and color grows here, even throughout the harsher seasons. This land is in itself a rainbow, the trio of lakes at its core reflecting its beauty perfectly. Here or there, trees scatter shade across the landscape, completing the natural masterpiece.
This land is closed. No herds can live here.
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Posted on September 23, 2007 at 02:31:28 AM by k r i k e t
 She enjoyed the breeze that passed through, raising her head to let the cool and wintry air brush against her face and tangle her mane. The land was fresh and peaceful, uninhabited except for the two that stood there before it. She hesitated before walking forward, for reasons that she could not explain. Kriket didn’t mind leaving a trail of trampled flowers, for there was no other way to pass through the land, but for a moment there seemed something unlawful about disturbing the serenity. But she was struck by a strange need to see the lake, calm and still in the middle of the territory, and winter would soon come to destroy the pretty flowers anyway.
She nibbles on his mane, near the top of his head, gesturing with her head that she wanted to venture further and giving a few gentle, playful tugs before letting go and sliding forward, grabbing a purple blossom and a few lengthy blades of grass only to find that the flowers were not at all tasty, although the long grass that spread between them was decent enough. She trots towards the large lake, not looking back although ever-mindful of Stelth’s presence, making sure not to leave him behind.
His wanting her there was not enough for her to call the place home, although she would stay there with him. Mostly because she was somewhat fond of the large black stallion, and she had nowhere else to go. Still, she laughs at his words, waiting until they were well on their way towards the lake before finally responding. “A chatty mare to one stallion is a silent and brooding mare to another,” She says, turning around only to bump her head against his. “I’d much rather be talkative in your eyes instead of tedious.” It was a small compliment, of sorts, the inconspicuous way in which she mentioned that his opinion did, indeed, matter, even if only a little.
“Call me Kriket.” She says, “Or whatever you want to.” Kriket seemed to fit her, but she would not complain if he were to invent a name of his own for her.
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