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The Lost Islands
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HEAD OF THE PRAIRIE
zevulun
SECONDARY THIRD
castillon lir
GUARDIANS
jasper, micah, thames, lohan
 
RESIDENTS OF THE PRAIRIE
hirka, eira, aura
 eirena, frond, aurelie, luna
mage, daire, vervain, claret
lior, hael, atropa belladonna
vernonia		 name, name, name
 
CHILDREN OF THE PRAIRIE
eriana, name, name
 *odette, eudora, *dolores
adira		 name, name, name
 
ALLIES
ENEMIES
rafe (badlands)
evrain (hills)
sephiroth (thicket)
bacardi (forest)
mariael (arch)
tyr & oswin (ridge)
none
 
GUIDELINES

- the Prairie stands as a symbol of peace and prosperity among the islands
- anyone is welcome to live here so long as they do not bring harm to the Prairie or any of it's residents
- adventure and exploration is not only allowed, but encouraged! residents are asked to use their better judgement and not travel to places that could bring them harm
- the head of the prairie has final say in all prairie matters. the secondary and third positions are not able to be challenged for and are selected by the head
- the guardians take on a more active role in the prairie; they must protect the inhabitants of the prairie and go on patrols of the prairie borderlines and shore. they can welcome strangers to the prairie and invite anyone to live here, though they must inform one of the leaders of any newcomers or visitors
still waters run deep
Posted on November 10, 2016 at 02:30:39 PM by BRIENNE





At the sound of a nicker, Brienne froze.

She held her breath, stifling her sobs into silence, as though she was a helpless fawn that had been found by a slavering-mouthed wolf and was waiting for the unavoidable. She knew by his voice that it was Shamwari, and expected a multitude of questions to come tumbling from his lips at the sight of her so pitiful and upset. Instead, he was as silent as she was, and she flinched at the gentle touch on her withers.

They remained like that for a few moments, and Brienne found her breathing begin to steady. Eventually she lifted her face from the earthen pillow on which it rested, and turned her head to toss a shy side-glance at the chestnut stallion who stood over her. At first she could hardly look him directly in the eye, ashamed as she was of her dirty, tear-stained face, but then she saw that something was wrong. Shamwari was not himself either. He looked tired and empty, as though he had spread himself too thin and had little left to give.

Brienne's tearful blue eyes gazed at him more steadily, trying to read him and wondering what had happened. Then she began to feel guilty, and the feeling sat like a cold stone, heavy in the pit of her stomach. She had been so emotionally isolated lately, so wrapped up in her own problems, that she had not seen the dark cloud that had slowly settled over the chestnut stallion.

Fresh, hot tears pricked at her eyes, threatening to spill, and she looked away for a moment to gather herself. Then at last she stood, turning her dirty face toward Shamwari but once again finding herself not quite able to meet his eye. She gazed downwards, at their hooves in the dirt so close together, and let a few more tears fall. Despite the cool spring air she felt hot, and the silence was thick between them.

Earlier, she had not sure she would be able to forgive him for sending Paradiso away, but now that he was right in front of her, and it was clear they were both hurting deeply for one reason or another, she was not certain she could hold it against him any longer.

With a whimper, she stepped forward and leaned into the warmth of his shoulder.


BRIENNE
9; palomino overo; wry-nosed & mute; 15.1hh


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