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• 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.

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the wind's come down the mountain [ Róisín ]
Posted on August 31, 2021 at 00:07:44 AM by f e i





as old as your omens


As often as things changed, they mostly remained the same. From the element to the shadows to the rift and beyond, if there was one constant in all of these lands it was there was always a mountain to climb.

And she was made to greet those peaks, be they snow capped, rugged, or rounded. The ascent is neither easy or especially challenging, breaths coming steaming plume that wreath the thick curve of her neck as the temperature begins to drop. People like to say spring arrived late in the higher altitudes but the truth was it arrived at exactly the same time as everywhere else, it was just ten degrees cooler than most expect it to be. As such she's not surprised to find the ground still hard with frost where the tree shadow was thick, dirty patches of crusty snow dotting the roots of trees and bushes. . She'd arrived on the Isle without the protection of a winter coat and is measuring her time accordingly ; there were but so many hours of daylight and she was not prepared to weather an unsheltered evening here - alone or otherwise. If she didn't run across any others she would begin her decent with the sun's but for now it was only late morning and there was still plenty of ground to cover. The meadows she crosses were flush with the early bloom of wildflowers, the stubborn ones that stretched skywards after the first real melt and she finds herself lingering in them despite her best intentions. Her heart stirs with old memories; of friends lost to time, the sound of their voices so clear in her mind she could almost see them.

Their Mountain Mistress, their Alpine Keeper, their Ghost Of The Forest, the nicknames had been both endless and endlessly fond.

She's still a little lost in her own world when a flash of something white dances just into vision on her left and she comes to a startled stop, big head swinging to bring the source into proper view. She huffs out a relieved and somewhat embarrassed laugh when she realizes it's just another mare, small, prettily painted, and young.

She opens her mouth to apologize and say hello but what comes out instead is - "I always wished I was a little splashier."

She blinks - at Róisín and at herself - before sighing low and long.

"Sorry, being here has left my mind....a little scattered. My name is Fei, how do you do?"

f e i
ten years - 18 hands - white percheron mixed draft mare - setsu



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