<font color=#96a47e size=2 face=georgia><i>wish that I could make you mine.</i></font>

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 November 3, 2024 at 07:32:16 AM by vernonia

The one thing no one could do to Vernonia was hold her to one place. Even her father had told her multiple times that she was not beholden to the Prairie and was free to move away if she wanted to. Despite the adventure that took her away, this was the place she was always grateful to return to.

She might�ve said so, but when Lir reached out to touch her neck, the words stilled in her throat and kept her quiet. His breath was warm when exhaled against her skin, but it was the brush of his whiskered, velvet lips that made her melt. Too familiar with having romantic partners and stirred up into endless longing this season, Vernonia was forgetting herself. Or, forgetting what she was supposed to keep in mind, that Lir may as well be a brother to her though no shared blood was in their veins. Her father had taken him in as one of his own and had, more than once, referred to Lir as her brother.

But� There was something here that was pulling her toward him, something in her that wanted to comfort him in ways that went further than encouraging words. Some cosmic thing that she could do nothing but comply with.

Dipping her charcoal muzzle, she brushed her lips against his shoulder, gently placing a few careful comforting touches along the jagged line his painted marks made there.

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

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whispers in the tall grass - By Lir November 3, 2024 at 08:13:53 AM

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