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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

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Posted on June 24, 2024 at 03:22:00 AM by Aura

Aura

I had watched the battle with horror. The feeling had been so overwhelming that I'd not had the will to hide it. It was the second time I had been forced to watch Castillon -- sweet, steady Castillon -- fight on my behalf. The sight of the two bodies clashing together over and over again had been unbearable.

Then the moment came where Garmr had been rendered the victor. Dread and guilt had emanated from my pores in a thick cloud. I'd been able to do little else but watch the enemy receded victorious into the surf and watch every strained step that Cas took.

There was not an ounce of anger in me toward my golden love. It wasn't his fault that Garmr kept coming back to fight me -- or so I continued to believe; it was mine. I never should have been alone on the beach that day. If I had retained a lick of sense and stayed closer to the herd or my brother, none of this would have happened.

Cas had been so insistent on his going in my stead. It was noble of him, too noble perhaps. How could I possibly live with that, with him a prisoner miles away, even if it meant that I would be safe here in the Prairie? If he left, what was there for me here but months of misery? I would never be able to look Zevulun in the eyes if I let his son be taken from him. It would be an insult in the face of everything he'd done for my brother and I.

Cas's gentle whistle pulled me from my milling, deprecating thoughts. The sound of his approach further turned my gaze in his direction. Every step hurt him; I could tell. My eyes and nose crinkled with the guilt that threatened to overwhelm me. I had to turn a moment before I dared to face him. "I'm so sorry," I lamented, emotion thick in my throat. "This is all my fault."

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