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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

and if i need to rearrange my particles, i will for you
Posted on July 17, 2024 at 11:57:46 PM by Aura

Aura

I cannot begrudge him the harsher tone he'd started off with, though it does make my heart ache. My ears twist toward the sound of his mumbled words, but I cannot bear to see what expression might rest on his golden face or how much of a grimace might be on his dark muzzle.

My head shakes automatically at his response at first, but Castillon's logic does seem sound. I just couldn't help feeling like it was my fault. I shouldn't have been alone in the first place. The feel of his lips on my skin pull me out of the dark spiral. My head turns toward him, and a gentle softness draws me into his warmth.

We stay together a moment longer with his satin touch to my neck before he speaks again. There is something in this moment that holds me steady. His strength is my strength; I know I can do anything with this stallion at my side.

This perhaps selfish conviction is why -- though I want to -- I do not refuse his insistence to come with me. I cannot imagine the reproach he will encounter from the rest of those who count on him, and I know I will bear the guilt for this decision every moment on. But I won't be alone.
I won't be alone.

"I won't say I don't want you to come," I begin, a sad smile on my face. "It's selfish of me to want you there, but you have to think about your father, your mares.." My eyes drop to the ground as it threatens to swallow me. The voice that leaves me next is a whisper. "I don't want you to lose the life you've built here for me.."

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