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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 June 12, 2024 at 01:21:41 AM by Daire

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

Honey brown eyes lingered over what remained of the scar on the Prairie. What had been rent had nearly all life restored to it. That was the wonder of nature: to be devasted and to recover. A cold anger and heavy sadness washed over her at the thought. In truth, Daire wasn't sure there wasa way to recover from the things that carved new pain into her heart with every day that passed.

Vervain, her youngest living daughter, had been taken from them. Fresh tears stung at the black mare's eyes. How had that happened so long ago now? How had any time passed without the sound of her daughter's laughter on the breeze? How had no one found her yet? Grief grasped her beating heart, and the tears rolled down Daire's cheeks.

A fluttering in her barrel brought a fresh wave of sadness and guilt over the promise of joy behind it. She had only discovered she was pregnant after Vervain's disappearance. The brindle didn't know how she was supposed to bring this new life, this new fated child of hers, into the world. How could there be joy when every day her heart and hope broke to pieces all over again? Breath escaped the grimace upon her lips.

Noticing movement, Daire let her gaze wander to it. The sight of Zevulun greeted her. Her eyes followed him, but the mare herself did not move or make any show to get his attention. He had been steadfast since Vervain's disappearance, but the mare didn't know how she could hear the lack of news again. It shattered her: to hear no change of news day after day. An ache in her yearned to be held in his embrace, to feel his warmth and his strength. Their foal shifted again almost as if to encourage her. She knew the birth was imminent now; he should be told it was nearly time. A tenor whistle drifted from her lips across the wide space between them, beckoning the cream and white stallion.

Daire

Replies:

to put all that i amat the palm of your hands - By Zevulun June 19, 2024 at 05:14:24 AM
- find my nest of salt - By Daire June 20, 2024 at 11:12:56 PM
  - to put all that i amat the palm of your hands - By Zevulun July 3, 2024 at 02:25:02 AM

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