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Peak
The Prime Minister Khar'pern
The Codebreaker Ashteroth		The General Marceline

The Companions
None	None	None

The Thinkers Naydra Titan	The Politicians Ararat Axelle Hollis Mae Nashira Serenity	The Warriors Clarity Kaeja Lysimache Starling

The Trinkets Beloved Cato Cullen G�neşlenmek Isengrim Jigsaw Kazimir Octavius Starscream Yıldırım	PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE "None." - Leader	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 April 9, 2015 at 08:20:32 PM by impazienza

IMPAZIENZA

Of course, it would be the one time Impa actively tried to enjoy her solitude that she was joined by not one but two other horses: the first an adult, short (as every other horse on these Islands seemed to be to Impa) and red with fair hair who offered a gentle call as she approached; and the second a filly whose gleaming bay coat was interrupted by four socks and a large shock of white on her face. It almost looked like the girl had walked on a cloud and stuffed her head in it. Assuming, that is, that clouds could both be walked upon and stuck to a horse�s coat. It was a thought more befitting of her spacey, fantastically imaginative sister than of the Prime Minister of the Peak, and Impa snorted as she dismissed it.

Nothing good would come of thinking about certain individuals, she reminded herself as she blinked herself into awareness of the present. The meadow almost seemed full with the arrival of the two others. Anyone might think three friends had come together for an afternoon chat among the wildflowers despite the oppressive sun, even though Impa was well aware this was not at all the case. She watched the filly bound up to the chestnut mare and her heart burned with envy to see how familiar the girl was with the older mare. No one had ever seen her and been excited about it. Not since she was a little girl, maybe a year older than the bay.

�Too hot to do much,� she agreed, looking between the mare and the filly. She did not think the two were related, but it was clear they had met before. Even that rankled; Impa couldn�t begin to guess who remained on the mountain and who had left it, or whether she would know anyone at all anymore.

Some Prime Minister she turned out to be.

�At least there�s a wind,� she said, even though it did little more than fan them with hot air. Optimism was the key to a happy life, or something. �I thought maybe the air would be cooler up here, but now I�m wondering if it would have been smarter to spend the afternoon at the Falls. Probably cooler by the water.� She thought of the secluded lake a little higher up the Peak and flicked her tail. Maybe she�d go again this evening and try to cool off before she slept. Alone. Like always.

The blanketed mare snorted again. �My name�s Impa, ostensibly the Prime Minister of this Peak, but I�m not sure there�s anyone around anymore to justify such a title. You two are the first I�ve seen on the mountain in a long time.�

Impa failed to mention she had been in self-imposed seclusion for the better part of the year. Would that she could be a filly again, battling invisible foes under the murmuring canopy of the Forest and the dark, kind eyes of her sire, without a care in the world, instead of standing on a mountain and feeling like a stranger in her own home.

17�3 BLACK BLANKET DRAFT MUTT MARE

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The Prime Minister

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The Thinkers

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PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE

The Offspring

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