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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 July 23, 2014 at 04:08:50 PM by impazienza

IMPAZIENZA
Coincidental, Zhenya said, but Impa only registered the shocking fact that the buckskin tobiano had been thinking about her. A big smile worked its way across her lips before she could stop it, and Impa cast her eyes aside as she struggled to smooth her expression back to something less goofy. However ridiculous the notion might be, the heavy spotted mare was convinced that as the Prime Minister she must always be dignified and calm, only allowing hints of the depth of her feelings to show through. No horse was perfect, least of all her, but Impa strived for it for the sake of her mountain.

Or so she told herself.

“The Lagoon?” she repeated, surprise heightening the pitch of her voice. She listened as Zhenya elaborated, noting how her friend stopped at the invisible border between the two territories instead of completely closing the distance between them. Impa felt a little guilty for taking heart at that —maybe it was just the border that stopped Zhenya, and not some wish to keep a reasonable amount of distance between them. Lyden’s name on the other mare’s lips caught all of Impa’s attention, however, and her ears turned back at what she was told. “I met Lyden,” she said as Zhenya dipped her head to relieve an itch. “My first impression is that you lucked out, there,” and she chuckled, trying to make it a joke. She would not speak anymore ill of the stallion to another, and she would keep her reservations to herself when next she spoke to Skylar, but Impa did not care for the spotted stallion who’d sprung from condescending to accusatory almost within the space of two breaths.

She did not know either Soljor or Felony, but her opinion of them dropped a second notch to know that the first had given Zhenya away and that the second kept her. The first notch had to do with a fact they could not change: they were stallions. Impa had yet to have a positive interaction with a male who was not directly related to her. “Things have changed little for me since we last saw one another,” she admitted. If anything the drama in her life had gotten worse. Impa would not give up hope of finding her sister and potentially her niece until she had scoured the Crossing, however. “My grandsire is here. I had not thought to see him again in this lifetime.” She frowned, blinked, then tossed her head.

“Zhenya. Are you happy in the Lagoon?” Impa was not afraid. She would extract the mare through force or secrecy, if necessary. Zhenya had only to ask.

17’3 BLACK BLANKET DRAFT MUTT MARE
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