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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.

smell the blossoms through the snow
Posted on December 12, 2017 at 02:04:49 PM by JETTA

JETTA

"Ma," Wade calls from behind her.

Jetta is walking briskly to answer the call of Macabre; she is excited to see her friend again after the mare's long visit to Tinuvel, and to finally meet her foal. Some time ago she had worried that the two chestnut foals she had found starving and abandoned were Macabre's, but now she knows better - at the very least, seeing how the twins have grown and bloomed into features bearing no resemblance to Jetta's best friend have been enough to ease her mind.

But Wade is lagging behind today, and Jetta is forced to slow her pace and look over her shoulder at her son. He has grown too, his skinny little body filling out and becoming more proportionate to his long white legs, and Jetta can already see that - with his golden coat and bright blue eyes - he will one day be as handsome as his sire. But she is concerned about him too. He has shown little to no desire to leave her side or play with the other foals. Where he should be light-hearted and naive, he is instead solemn and strangely wise beyond his years. He still suckles from her occasionally too; Jetta just doesn't have the heart to shoo him away.

"Yes?" she asks him, a hint of impatience in her tone.

Her son sidles up to her, his expression glum. "I'll have to leave some day, won't I? Because I'm a boy."

Jetta's eyes widen, and it's a good long moment before she knows how to respond. "Oh, my darling," she murmurs, and thoughtfully rests her chin on top of her son's dark head. "Where is this coming from?"

"I've heard you say it before: the Peak is a sanctuary for mares. I didn't really know what that meant before, but I think I do now. I don't want to leave, Ma... this is my home. I don't ever want to leave you."

Her son's expression breaks her heart in that moment, and Jetta explains to him that, while it's true - the Peak is a sanctuary for women - he won't be forced to leave until he is ready. She tells him that there is a difference between a welcome and an unwelcome male, and that - because he is family - he falls into the former camp. She tells him that when he does eventually feel ready to leave, he has an Uncle right next door that would be happy to take him in, and that he could come to visit whenever he liked.

Once Wade seems placated, they continue on. Thankfully it isn't too long of a walk before they find Macabre and a foal who must be none other than her daughter, as well as another mare who seems vaguely familiar. While Wade shyly looks on from a distance, Jetta whickers with delight and rushes forward to envelop her friend in an embrace.

"You're finally home! Welcome back," she remarks once she's pulled away, a smile wide on her face. She motions to the colt lingering behind her. "Oh, I'm so excited for you to finally meet. Wade, come and meet your Aunt Macabre. I promise she doesn't bite."

The colt obediently creeps forward, blue eyes wide and watchful. "Hullo."

FRIESIAN MUTT; 16�1HH; BAY SPLASH; EIGHT

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The Warriors

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PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE

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