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	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

find my nest of salt
Posted on March 31, 2024 at 00:24:32 AM by Daire

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

The muscles in the black mare's throat clenched violently as her fright rose. She was supposed to be with Nephilim. That's what Vervain had been planning: to meet the boy when he came ashore. Yet here he was, freshly arrived and the girl hadn't been seen all day. The pale men spoke quickly: Nephilim about deep tracks on the beach before taking off for the Crossing and Zevulun uttering a promise to find her dark daughter.

Daire's form racked wretchedly with an ugly sob. Her one true hope was the Vervain had simply lost track of time with the young stallion. He was supposed to be the answer. Now Daire was adrift. Scared, brown eyes turned to Zevulun as she tried to catch her breath. Her cream mate was already focused on her; she had barely registered his call to the herd. "Daire... I promise I'll find her." The brindled mare can't manage a smile, her expression pained. She wanted to have faith in him, but Daire was drowning in guilt, blaming herself for not keeping her precious girl home. With tears streaming down her cheeks, the dark mare nods excessively, trying to reassure herself and Zevulun both: Vervain had to be on Luthien.

Daire

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