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 July 26, 2024 at 01:34:33 AM by Daire
everything is my fault. . . I'll take the blame
The older mare's brown eyes flicked over to Castillon as he played with Velaris, her gaze lingering briefly over the filly's body. Daire had been in complete shock when she first noticed the girl, tucked quietly around her daughter's hindquarters while looking up at Nephilim. Vervain had had a baby. A baby.. She should have been here being taken care of by her family in that condition, regardless of who the father was. Instead Vervain had been all alone in who knows where with the wretched man who'd taken her, who'd..
Her gut churned violently as her train of thought broke off before conjuring unconscionable images. Daire's exhale faltered a moment as her eyes shut. She'd been grooming Vervain's shoulder during the exchange, a small show of her inestimable joy at the girl's return. “We'll let you get your rest,” Zevulun ushered, his tone trailing in a way that implied meaning in the sub-text. Then he touched shoulder: a summons. Daire ceased her repetitive strokes, licking her teeth and settling her tongue while looking at her mate.
It was a look that conveyed surprise, sadness, and anger. She didn't want to leave her daughter yet. She just got home. Tears pooled in already wettened eyes. Daire very nearly glared at her love, her mouth parting to protest as the black mare turned back to Vervain. The words died in her mouth as she took in her baby's face. Exhaustion beyond measure lay behind the tenseness in her eyes and the lengthening breaths, the lines of her face drooped terribly. There was pain there -- joy, too -- but an unknown pain as well. Vervain needed to sleep.
“We can talk tomorrow.” A tentative smile lighted on Vervain's dark lips, her expression speaking of gratitude. "Thank you, Daddy. Will you thank Cas for me, too?" There was a tremor in the softest parts of the girl's voice.. Why was she so scared? Daire's eyes finally left the star-streaked form of her daughter to Zevulun. As she gently left the mare's side and made her way quietly over to him, her eyes were frozen to his in a horrified question: what had happened to Vervain?