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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.
send me reeling
Posted on July 12, 2020 at 02:00:25 PM by Rhadra



It is a blessing to let her entire guard down and simply be. “Thank you, Collision,” she says again, her voice filled with gratitude. The ache through her body seems lessened as her tired muscles further relax and soon her eyelids droop so she stands, pleasantly half-awake, completely at peace beside the bay male. Her gaze wanders over his white splashed face and she smiles warmly when she meets his eyes. “They are daunting, aren’t they? I haven’t gone much higher than this meadow, myself. I prefer the lowlands by the lookout and find myself at the base of the mountains more often than not. Something about them standing tall above me is such a comfort.” Very much like Collision standing guard for her now, actually. It is a balm to the soul to know one is protected and being kept safe by a diligent sentry, be it the mountain range or a band stallion or, as it is here and now, a friend.

Rhadra reaches over to nose his shoulder rather than repeat her thanks verbally. “Have you heard anything about your friend?” she asks, recalling their first conversation. Rhadra may not understand the politics between the Peak and the Lagoon but she is no stranger to the idea of one being kept captive. It is hard to imagine Collision is here against his will, amiable and relaxed as he is, and so she hopes that the term “captive” is a loose enough one to permit him the freedom to roam as he will throughout the days so long as he is here overnight. A silly parameter, she thinks, then shakes out her mane. As of yet she hasn’t met any other mare who lives on this mountain, though Kestral has spoken well enough of them and, despite his captivity, Collision hasn’t slandered in the slightest. As soon as she feels up to climbing down the mountain, Rhadra determines to find at least one female member of the Peak herd. A life of solitude is not the life she desires, especially not now that she has Izzy in tow. Her daughter will not grow up lonely and ignored, of that Rhadra is certain.

She looks down at her sleeping daughter and blows a contented breath toward her like a kiss. Izzy will not lack for love from her mother, but it seems unfair for her to grow up without other company. If Rhadra had stayed at home... but no, no; it isn’t like she’d have conceived at all: this fluke, however it happened, only happened because she is here. Rhadra will make the most of it for Izzy. She turns her white-snipped nose back toward Collision, her ears pointed at him in keen interest. “How long will you stay at the Peak, do you think?”

rhadra



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