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Meadow

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

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Ella, golden girl that she was, sparkled in the setting sun, wandering through the vast field of wheat and wildflowers. She had taken extra care this morning to scrub her coat clear of the salt and mud accumulated from her crossing. A frustrating and tiring riptide had carried her into a marsh, far from the rocks she had originally set her blue eyes on. She could only imagine the sight she must have looked when she’d finally half-dragged herself out of the swamp. She must have taken half of it with her and then some! So, she’d hunkered down and sought out the clearest spring on the island to splash around in (and drink from; it felt like the sea had sapped all the hydration from her, innards and all.)

She came to a halt, her leggy figure casting shadows and orange sunbeams onto a cluster of yellow-and-violet flowers. Bending her face down to sniff delicately at them, she lipped at a few and then let out the most disgustingly cute sneeze that had likely ever been sneezed. She lifted her dished and delicate face (a tribute, along with her floaty stride, to some kind of arabian heritage way back in the family tree) and blew out a snort. It was followed by a harmonious and musical whinny, while she scanned the edges of the meadow for company.

She’d been starved for companionship and socialization during her travels; surely someone would like to join her!

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