The Lost Islands
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Force-claiming is allowed here once a week per character, as is blocking force-claims by the Peak/Lagoon (as a whole) once a week. Rollover is on Sundays.

the ace in exile


Rusalka asks a question that the shadow isn’t entirely sure he knows how to answer. It’s true that he comes back to the Crossing to look for her at least once a season, makes the journey back just to make sure that the spotted mare that seemed to have his heart in a vice, the one that kept him in orbit… to make sure that if she was here, she’d come home to him. He looked for her. He always looked for her. But Viđarr wouldn’t say that to a stranger.

“I lived on this island for a year, when I first arrived. Feels like it collects lost souls without somewhere to land,” the remark is soft. Viđarr is much the same, and really, he still feels lost. “I prefer to offer my home, where at least it’s safe, for those who need somewhere to recover and regroup, or who want a new start here.” Those things were true. Though secondary to his search for Lanfear, they were all true.

“Maybe, but I prefer it.” Rather the cold to the heat, such is the way of the northern bred stallion. “Here, should keep the breeze off,” Viđarr moves, steps high over the grass as he draws to Rusalka’s side. Not too close, but certainly closer than moments before. “It’s been… three years now, I think.” Three years… had the time really passed, just like that? Viđarr feels old, older than even moments before.

“What is it you’re looking for?” The words were quiet, more intimate in the space that he now occupied. Curiosity, gentle curiosity. The shadow simply wanted to know.

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