The Lost Islands
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Falls

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

Vitam impendere vero.

Standing in the sun, face bare to the sky, and eyes closed, Nahawi heaves a breath. Long strands of his mane and tail flap against his skin, the spring wind trying to tangle them more. The bright red strands are damp, slapping with their weight against his body. He could feel little droplets of water course through his fur, the saltiness of them almost able to be tasted on his tongue. His ears could hear the birds above and small animals running on the ground, but everything else he searched for was just missing from his senses.

Blinking open blue eyes, the stallion finally sighed. He came to the falls for one reason and one reason only. Turning his head, the red dun looked towards the peak before his eyes flicked down to where he could hear shrubbery moving. He had sent someone up searching for the once was prime minister, but lord only knew if his message had made it. That was, until the pale body of Snapdragon came from the brush with a nod and then vanished back towards Atlantis. They were doing things as a team, even if it wasn't the best of all ideas. Shaking his head at that though, the shore lead closed his eyes again and turned away from the Peak.

After a while, his tail snapped as a scent and the sound of hooves filled his senses. Blinking open his eyes, the strong and scarred up stallion waited before his voice echoed out over the silent terrain. “It's been a while.” He whispered, his eyes locked onto the sunset now, wondering what could come. “We've got much to discuss.”

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