Meadow

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

Live through this ~~lie~~
Posted on May 19, 2020 at 04:34:38 PM by S H A M WARI

Was I left behind?
Tell me, tell me I survived.

Faolain, I repeated internally, committing the slender dark mare's name to memory. I bobbed my heavy head in confirmation, allowing a short smirk to cross over my whiskered lips. "It's nice to meet you, too." I replied gruffly.

And it was. I honestly couldn't remember the last time I'd gone out to the Crossing Isle just to meet someone. For so many months, our lives had been consumed by the treachery of war. It divided this place in ways I never could have imagined. No terrain, even neutral territory, had been safe. I breathed a great sigh as I settled in with Faolain now, trying to enjoy the casual banter for what it was.

The young mare was smart and quick. She reminded me a younger version of myself, agile and curious. I bobbed my head and smiled a little when she confessed she didn't know where to go to next. "There a few stallions among the isles who are hell-bent on collecting and claiming mares." I warned with the flick of my red tail. "Just be careful... You don't want to get stuck." I offered with a snort.

My gaze flitted to our quiet surroundings, and I lowered my head momentarily to graze on some of the hardy offerings at my hooves. As I swallowed, my sights fell back onto the mare. "If you ever make it to Luthien, stop by the Prairie and say hello."

ooc: sorry for the long wait on this... We can cap it here or continue if you'd like! Or we could always start a new thread!

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you shouldn't walk where the hemlock grows - By F A O L A I N May 24, 2020 at 02:37:22 PM

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