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.

don’t leave me (even for an hour)

the smoke that roams will drift into me choking my lost heart

| bay dun pintaloosa | 16 hh | princess of the inlet |


When her father had so gently encouraged her to leave, Syrah jumped at the chance. She loves her family and her life in the Inlet, truly, but it has been so quiet lately and she’s desperately itching for more. What she wants more than anything is the grand romance her mother always speaks of. Parvati seems to have found at least a part of it in Syrah’s father – the loyalty, support, respect. She seems content with what they have.

Syrah wants more, though - she wants all of that and also the passion, the danger. She wants a stallion who is desperate to see her and be around her, wants someone who will swoop in and rescue her. All the adolescent dreamings of a newly-adult yearling. At just now two, the Autumn season has hit her hard and made her even more idealistic than usual. Her father’s gentle words to guard herself against romanticizing a stallion so much she does not see the truth of him, and her mothers powerful dismissal of her youthful fancy did little to quell Syrah.

And so, with the blessing of her father and a promise that she can always come to them for help, Syrah left Tinuvel on excited, restless legs to reach the Commons.
It is an easy enough swim, and she’s grateful - this is the first time that she has made such a trip on her own. When she moves from the beach up to the meadow, the striking dun mare glances around at the small clusters of horses around her. It seems most of the mares have sought out their own little area, let their suitors come to them and she does the same. Wandering further in, she finds a shaded hollow underneath one of the brilliant red-orange trees that has not yet lost it’s leaves. Syrah parks herself there, glances eagerly around once before remembering what her mother always said - she is a princess, and as such must not be desperate. She she schools her features into something far more neutral before lowering her head to pretend at grazing. Surely someone will spot her soon, rush across the field and whisk her away for a whirlwind romance and a happy, fulfilled life. After all, she is princess of the Inlet and granddaughter of the king of Tinuvel - Syrah is certain she deserves no less.

Syrah.
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