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The Prime Minister

Khar'pern

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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 came along and you cut me loose (adelheid/any)
Posted on June 20, 2015 at 05:55:25 PM by i N K A




Her daughter had come in the middle of the night, as the light of the crescent moon filtered down through the springtime blossoms onto the forest floor. Inka had retired to a glade in the valley at the base of the peak where they were unlikely to be disturbed. Even as the sun had begun setting she had known it was time, and as twilight melted into full darkness she had hidden the symptoms as best she could until Jetta was fast asleep. It had taken a while, for the yearling filly was something of an insomniac, and something about the magic of nighttime sparked her imagination, so that she chatted endlessly and aimlessly to her mother about any thought that came to her head – and most of them were regarding all matters existential, that could not be tied up nicely within a sensible amount of time.

It was midnight by the time Inka had managed to sneak away from her snoring daughter, and another hour or so before her newborn slid onto the soft grass dappled with moonlight. Inka had intended on returning quickly, before Jetta noticed she was gone, but her overwhelming nurturing instinct kept her in place for some time. In cleaning the muck off the filly, she discovered a coat as black as her own and a perfect white snout, stark against the filly’s dark fur but less bold than her sister’s markings. Inka had always intended on loving her children equally, no matter what they looked like, but seeing that her newborn took more after her than after Valentine was enough to bring tears to her eyes. Apart from her eyes, that is – they were as shocking blue as Jetta’s.

Jetta had discovered them a few hours before dawn, having evidently woken to find her mother missing. Mercifully, exhaustion dampened the girl’s excitement at meeting Adelheid for the first time, and so Jetta’s voice was soothing and quiet as she cooed over her baby sister.

All three slept that night in a cozy heap, and Inka could not have been happier.

Days later, and Inka had begun to notice an interesting dynamic between her girls which revealed the impressive extent of Jetta’s imagination. Jetta had taken to telling Adelheid stories – tales of spirits and magical creatures that Inka could have never dreamed up herself, and which Jetta had never told her before. Whether Adelheid understood what her older sister was saying was another matter altogether.

Today, the Friesian mare led her daughters out in the open to one of the gentler slopes along the foothills of the peak (she did not dare attempt to lead her week-old foal up to the mountaintop just yet), where a babbling stream cut across an open field of dandelions. All around them, evergreens and other trees clung to the hills, standing stark and watchful against a clear blue sky. It was a beautiful day.

“Jetta, why don’t you show your sister the stream?” Inka suggested, for though Adelheid would likely not need to drink water until she was weaned, it would not hurt to familiarize her with the sensation of water.

Dutifully, the leggy dark bay yearling lipped at her little sister’s short, coarse mane before trotting across the field to where the water gurgled along a bed of smooth, colorful rocks. “Come on,” she nickered, flicking her growing tail across her hindquarters. “I’ll show you where the water spirits live.”

Inka smiled with bemusement and lowered her head to graze.

i N K A
friesian mare of the peak

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