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THE PRAIRIE

LIR

head

NONE

second

NONE

third

KVASIR

guardians

RESIDENTS

the adults

none, none, none

dreamer, khan, lumalee, roisin, zahara

name, name, name

CHILDREN

the little ones

name, name, name

zahir, zahira

name, name, name

ALLIES

friends

evrain, sephiroth

ENEMIES

foes

none

GUIDELINES

common sense, really

i. the Prairie stands as a symbol of peace and prosperity among the islands
ii. anyone is welcome to live here so long as they do not bring harm to the Prairie or any of it's residents
iii. 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
iv. 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
v. 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

find my nest of salt
Posted on March 19, 2024 at 01:39:22 AM by Daire

everything is my fault. . . I'll take the blame

The brindled mare turned back to face Zevulun. Anxiety crept like a buzzing in her veins, slowly tightening in the length of her throat. Inhaling slowly, Daire tried to calm herself, but her exhale was shaky. The dark mare set the soft skin of her muzzle against Zevulun's neck, trying so hard to remain composed. Hadn't she worried that her sins would come home to her daughter? Hadn't she worried this day would come? She forced herself to nod at what the stallion said while he stepped away to call for the Guardians. Yes, surely one of them would see her and bring her home.

His cry for her to look made Daire whirl breathlessly. Her eyes tore toward the direction he had been facing. The hopeful tone in Zev's voice choked her. It had to be her. Gods, Vervain. . but her mouth dropped at who she found coming toward them: Nephilim. Alone. Air ceased to exist. Sensation failed to reach her. There was only the single, single shape coming ever closer. He might as well have glided over the grass for all Daire could see was the boy's face, still dripping from the sea. He should be dry by now if he'd spent any part of the day with Vervain.

Daire was still staring, gaping like a fish out of water, when Zevulun, too, whirled to face the younger horse. He had expected Vervain, as much as she had. Nephilim's words trailed off from cordiality into questioning. Daire saw his brow furrow with confusion, asking them what was wrong. Tears threatened Daire. She couldn't breathe. "Why isn't Vervain with you?" The words might have been still air from her lungs for all the force she put into them. A shuddering gasp rasped in the brindled mare's throat as she hastily stepped toward the stallion, her tones bordering on hysteria.

"Where is my daughter?!"

Daire

Replies:

to put all that i amat the palm of your hands - By Zevulun March 28, 2024 at 05:16:20 AM
- find my nest of salt - By Daire March 31, 2024 at 00:24:32 AM

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