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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
Güneşlenmek
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

IMPAZIENZA

Impazienza had not expected a warm greeting from either of the Friesians, and so Sterre’s aloof reply did not phase her. Nor did Het Vuur’s silent reaction to her arrival, though she kept her good eye trained on the stallion, wary even now of what his next move might be. She did not trust him, or his cold partner, and she never had. How could she when, as an adolescent, she had been offered no explanation from her sire or from the monarchs of the Arch as to why she had been abandoned on Tinuvel? Impazienza had never pieced together her sire’s shame— his attempt to bring Nell into the Forest and, when that failed, his haste to placate the stronger black stallion by dumping his firstborn, his favorite daughter, into a herd that had no place for a non-Friesian. She was unaware of the events that preceded her abandonment, and had no inkling of the turmoil that had followed her as she was forcibly passed from one stallion to the next until, sick of it, she had taken control of the direction of her life and made her way to the Peak.

Jetta’s cheerful greeting warmed Impazienza, and she offered the white-faced girl a low, affectionate whicker in reply. Her gaze returned to Het Vuur immediately, however, and shifted between the great stallion and Sterre as the tension in the group became suddenly thick.

She appreciated Inka’s attempts to smooth everything over, and wondered for a moment if she would have had the gall to approach these two former titans if her friend (yes, she is that— I have found a friend) were not there to act as mediator. But Impazienza was a filly no longer, and she viewed their visitors with a steady heartbeat. They could not hurt her, here, and she knew their actions would not be justified if they tried.

Not that she anticipated a fight, but old memories died hard.

“Yes,” she said, as a simple answer to Jetta’s innocent question and an affirmation of both Inka’s vague explanation and her daughter’s piping compliment.

The stallion moved, breaking his peculiar stillness by making as if to speak before deciding against it. He spoke to Sterre, then, his head turning almost imperceptibly toward his partner as an unfamiliar language —grating and forceful— fell from his mouth. Impazienza blinked at the pair of them. She did not know what he said, could not even guess it from the context of their whole situation, and so she dismissed it as a private comment not meant for her to understand.

Impazienza hated secrets.

“What brings you to my mountain?” she asked.

17’3 BLACK BLANKET DRAFT MUTT MARE


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