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The Offspring

Diccon (Cicada x Khar'pern)

Rules

• The Vulcan Peak is where homeless mares come to live as a sisterhood. Stallions may not live here except as captives or companions for the Leaders.

• Warriors keep mainly to fighting, Thinkers keep mainly to raiding, and Politicians may do both, neither, or act as diplomats. Members may issue their own battles and raids, but should generally consult the General, Codebreaker or Prime Minister for permission.

• All major decisions are determined by vote, but the Prime Minister maintains order within the Peak and has the final say.

• Elections for leadership positions will be held every TLI summer, provided the qualifying criteria are met.

• You can find detailed information about how the Peak works on the Rules page.
YOU LEFT ME IN THE DARK
Posted on May 23, 2014 at 01:39:30 AM by impazienza

IMPAZIENZA

Impa’s face remained impassive in the light of Mouse’s smile, though the corners of her eyes narrowed minutely as the other mare’s expression fell to confusion. Silence stretched between them, and Impa allowed her gaze to flicker over the tobiano mare who stood silently beside Mouse. The half-blind mare had first met the girl after her fight with Mouse’s rapist, but she couldn’t recall much about the blue roan, not even if Impa had ever gotten her name. It ceased to be important when the silence was broken by Mouse’s civil but distant reply, and Impa’s dark eye shifted back to the shorter mare.

She was curious where her friend had been, but also hurt at her extended absence. When Impa needed her the most, the grullo had not been around. Settling for Jezibelle as a confidante and supportive shoulder had not been enough, because the bay blanketed mare was dismal company (on a good day) and too self-absorbed to be tactful when she spoke to Impa, not to mention being the source of all of the distressing news in the Prime Minister’s life. Perhaps it was stupid of Impa to assume Mouse would always be there for her, and unfair to refrain from asking the grullo if she was all right (a few months ago Impa would have been worried by her friend’s absence, not offended), but Impazienza had been looking out for everyone else for too long. It was her turn to focus on herself.

“You certainly took your time in returning,” the black mare replied. Her voice was still cool but it had lessened in intensity, and now she spoke as casually as if the two of them were discussing the quality of the day’s grazing. “It’s almost surprising to see you again— Anath was here, briefly, but like so many other mares who have the audacity to call this mountain “home,” she disappeared like all the others.” Impa flicked her tail and glanced at Skylar again. “Would you excuse us, for a moment, please? I’ve some questions for you later, but right now I need to speak to Mouse alone.”

Never mind that Impa had disappeared from the Peak on more than one occasion, slipping back with her tail between her legs and an apology on her lips to be forgiven immediately by Mouse almost the moment she returned. The draft mare had no use for apologies and repentance anymore, having spent all her life waiting for it. Impa’s dark eye was hard as it swung back to the grullo mare, and she waited tensely for the tobiano to depart so that she could speak plainly to Mouse.

17’3 BLACK BLANKET DRAFT MUTT MARE


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