The Lost Islands
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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
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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 meant to startle the filly. It struck her as ironic, as the girl jerked her head up and stared at the black mare with wide eyes, that she could forget how easy it was to get sucked into the whirlpool of your own thoughts and become oblivious to the tangible world outside your head. It had been some years since Impazienza had been so internally focused that she could be approached unawares. Now when she brooded it was with half of her attention on her surroundings, so she had time to smooth her expression and pretend all was well if her introspection was interrupted.

She pushed the thoughts aside before they could swamp her and blinked as the filly’s startled expression shifted from embarrassment to suspicion and back again. There’d been a time when Impazienza had been as easy to read. Her ears twitched when the filly stomped a hoof, but she made no comment until her smaller companion had responded with a heavy handful of words loaded with things left unsaid.

Foals were no different from adults, save Impazienza found that the older she grew, the more she preferred the company of the young. Something about their innocence and the lack of lasting misery in their lives appealed to her. “Angry and confused. I see. About what?” she asked, and pointed her ears at the girl to show her undivided attention.

17’3 BLACK BLANKET DRAFT MUTT MARE


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