The Lost Islands
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Meadow

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

we won’t eat our words




cause they don’t taste so good
The yearling’s question gave him pause. Braemar looked at her in surprise, not failing to notice the rigidity of her posture and the unimpressed look on her face. She saw right through him with all the confidence of a grown mare. Braemar had to give her that. Yet her question… had it been delivered in the right tone, with the right body language, it could have had very different implications. Braemar laughed and winked at her.

“Might be. Not that it’sae any relevance to you. Yer a little youngae be thinkin’ bout that, aren’t ye?” Braemar shrugged and took a moment to look her over as though he were looking for clues. “Unless ye’ve got yersel a boyfriend, eh? I were about your age when I ‘ad my first girlfriend. Not that it lasted long.” He laughed again.

4; highland pony; dapple gray; 14.0hh
—braemar
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