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Marceline

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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, Jay/any
Posted on July 27, 2020 at 10:53:40 PM by Rhadra

"Mama!! Do you hear that?"

Izzy whirls and bounds back to Rhadra like a gangly fawn, all leg and little hoof and big-brown-eyed awe as she directs her mother's attention to the burbling of the creek they are approaching. Rhadra smiles and gestures ahead with her nose. "I do. Go and see," she says encouragingly, already catching glints of the trickling water up through the frosted grass. Izzy whirls again and races ahead, and Rhadra laughs as her daughter pulls up short to stare at the newest wonder in her world with ears at full attention and legs locked as she soaks it all in. Her daughter does everything at full speed: whether she's plowing through the mountain meadow chasing after rabbits or pelting Collision with questions about everything or flinging herself down beside her dam to sleep, it is done with unbridled enthusiasm.

After letting Collision know their plans so that he may join them if he wishes, the bay and black pair have descended from the heights to evade the grip of winter for a little while longer and give Rhadra the chance to not only graze where the grass grows a little greener but also mingle with other residents of the Peak. Thus far she has met only two, and neither of them mares— Collision being, in fact, not a resident at all but some sort of captive.

"Where does it go?" Izzy's first question breaks into her thoughts and Rhadra prepares herself for the following slew as she draws up beside her daughter to observe the tumbling creek. "And why is it moving? There's no wind. How is it moving? Are those rocks? Where are the fish? How deep is it?" This last she asks while simultaneously stretching one socked foot out to plunge it in.

"Izzy!" Rhadra rebukes her, laughing, as she noses her daughter away from the water. "You'll catch cold stomping through like that. Wait a pace and let me tell you all about it, then we can explore some more." The bay weanling bounces in place as her mother answers her first set of questions, piping up with more as Rhadra educates her about creeks.

rhadra



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