the fruit of the spirit;

	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

the fruit of the spirit;
Posted on May 7, 2023 at 02:09:55 PM by hael

Hael

[HAE el]

no stallion

▻ no children (x no one) ◅

She had grown to love spring. Both as her most formative memory and as the general season of wildflowers. Hummingbirds and bees were rampant, plain thickets erupted into color, the broad swaths of green was almost blanketed, or at least blotched, in a rainbow -- it sent her off on a giddy gallop whenever she woke to the morning light breaking over their home.

She is amidst one of these when she hears the groan of her mother not afar off. She knows that sometimes her sibling is taxing on her mother�s patience - or at least her happiness - and she swings her bronzed head this way and that to find a particularly pretty flower - if one survived her trampling and petal-showering.

She was just in the middle of nosing through the destruction of her frolicking when she heard her mother from much closer than she had anticipated. "And what have you been up to?" She wriggles giddily at her floppy mane being tousled by her mother�s lips, crow hopping out of reach with a squeaky giggle. "Flower Showers!!" She says for not the ninetieth time since spring had begun.

Her eyes sparkle, color mirroring her mother�s own. "And look!" She promptly drops and flails, rubbing and rolling and kicking about to only more fully immerse herself in the pollen, petals, and brutalized stems beneath her. "Lay down! Lay down!." She reaches to tug a lock of mane she can reach, letting her legs go to put weight on that lock and maybe encourage her tired mother down. "Flower Bath!!"

OF THE LUTHIEN PRAIRIE

▻ one year - mutt - buckskin roan snowcap appaloosa - 15.3 hh ◅

Replies:

I do believe it's time for another adventure; - By Aur�lie May 11, 2023 at 10:03:37 PM
- the fruit of the spirit; - By hael May 15, 2023 at 06:03:30 PM

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