The Lost Islands
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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
wish that I could make you mine.
Posted on July 27, 2024 at 01:01:19 AM by vernonia


It had been toward the very end of summer that Vernonia’s restlessness got the better of her and sent her off into the wind once more. Tinuvel took her this time after she relentlessly hounded her father to remind her of what he could remember of his time growing up in the Bay. He didn’t have the sharp details he’d had before, but it was the private beach he’d told her stories of when she was younger that she’d wanted to find the most.

Unfortunately on her own, Vernonia had been unsuccessful. She tended to skirt away from interacting with the herds, fearing a herd leader might think of her as a prize and bring trouble to the Prairie once they knew she was not free to claim. If she hadn’t been worried about it she might’ve sought out company (she was quite the social butterfly who enjoyed sharing her experiences) and told them the vague descriptions her father had given her to help narrow down the location.

Still, she wasn’t the least bit bummed. She’d managed to find a gorgeous trio of waterfalls, the hot springs high in the mountains, and even spent the day with a pair of arctic foxes who’s playful antics had amused her to no end.

But as summer dipped away and the weather on Tinuvel began to turn, Vernonia’s loneliness got the better of her. She found her way to Crossing, to meet others on neutral ground, and remember what a delight it was to discover so many different horses of the isles. Fall found her and, with it, an indescribable desire that left her often seeking the shared company of a strong, warm body at night. She had felt the stirring before in her past few autumns, but none had been like this was, and it almost grew to a point that she could not stand to spend the night alone.

She was not used to being so… dependent.

Her heart pulled her home at last, near the end of the season, and as she walked up the Prairie shoreline dripping saltwater, Vernonia paused, tilted her muzzle up into the cool air and drug a deep breath as her eyes closed. Nothing compared to the smell of home or inspired the same calmness inside her heart. As much as she loved to travel and always would, the Prairie was where she knew her heart belonged.

The distant sound of thundering hoofbeats caught her attention as she came away from her reverie, causing her eyes to snap open and her dark-lined ears to perk forward. They were far away and growing farther, but whoever it was had run from the beach. Too curious not to follow, Vernonia trotted down the stretch of shore until she found where the sand was freshly churned, then glanced to where the autumn grasses had been flattened and some chunks of the earth had even been torn up by the run.

“Hmmm,” she murmured softly to herself and turned, following the path without hurry.

Eventually she found a little grove of weeping cherry trees beside the water and paused briefly to admire the beauty of the area before trailing her way toward the nearest sounds of a horse. As she brushed the leaves aside she blinked, finding herself looking at Lir. She hadn’t expected him to have been the one who went tearing up across the Prairie.

“You should have waited for me,” her tone was light, playful, “I could have used a good stretch of my legs.” Even though she’d just swam (her coat was still damp but somewhat drier) she couldn’t resist the attempt to help lighten the mood. There was a heaviness to Lir that she had not experienced around him that she could remember - something tense and angry. Her brown eyes warmed with concern. “Can I come in?” She asked softly, still only having her face poking through the leaves.

I hope I'm in your dreams
the way you are in all of mine



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