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.

I love you more in my head [claim]

I love you more in my head
but I’ll love you better when I’m dead
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The more familiar she becomes to the Thicket, the bolder Naydra gets. Though she has never been a shy creature, the silver-black is not unknown to be cautious. Her nature is nothing if not calculative, and caution is often a harmonious partner to calculation.

But the time for caution had passed, at least temporarily. Naydra departs the Thicket without hesitation, knowing there is only a window of time for her to be gone from the obscurity of her labyrinth. Her pregnant belly is both ungainly and conveniently buoyant as she battles the frisky Spring sea, her gaze locked on the distant smudge of the Crossing.

It will be her second time here since claiming the Thicket, and both islands are thawing at about the same painstaking speed. The edge of the Commons as she steps across the unspoken line is a familiar drab grey, slashed through here and there with baby green. A few anonymous wanderers drift about the area, but Naydra’s eye is drawn to one in particular.

This sable-colored mare is alone, first and foremost, and the dragon’s eye does not skip over an unclaimed treasure (or a claimed one… if we’re being honest). Naydra notices as well that she is a perfect, tiny little thing, weaving timidly at the edge of the clearing, where she might dart away should danger present itself.

We would hate to see her dash away.

Naydra shakes herself as she draws near, as though announcing her approach with the sharp, stinging snap of her mane against her neck. She is far enough away that no sea water will touch the velveteen mare, but the motion is almost certain to have drawn her attention in a non-conspicuous way. The coal-black mare slows to a halt a respectable distance away, but if the sable one does not bolt right away, she would take another step forward.

“Are you lost?” she asks, her voice low and comforting. The girl does look lost, but she won’t be for very long.

There is plenty of room in the Den for little treasures.
Naydra
mare. 16hh. silver black. rougaru x visurix.


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