<font face=papyrus size=1 color=c9c4c2>There's no such thing as a nightmare.</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

There's no such thing as a nightmare.
Posted on January 27, 2025 at 02:03:09 AM by Dreamer

Tilting her head, Dreamer listens and watches. Her smile is bright and her eyes dance, but she keeps herself from prancing off in search of more fun. Her long tail wiggles as it flicks back and forth, some of the pieces of flowers and grass sticking to her sweaty fur. He was nice, she would give him that, but he seemed� sad. Dreamer did not like that emotion, but she could not change it for him either.

Capturing his name, Dreamer gave a brighter smile. �Lir the lead.� Her voice held a giggle, as if she found it sort of funny. It was not in a bad way, but with always just being who she was, Dreamer could find humor in almost every situation. Hearing him again, the mare nodded her head. �Zevulun�� She said the stallion's name, her brain connecting the scents and dots before she nodded. �I remember his scent from when he was the lead.� It was no longer here, but she could point him out in the future, maybe.

Flicking her tail, the mare hummed softly before she turned her head and eyed the open expanse of his territory. �Do you� have room for another?� She was not a fighter or one to start drama. She would roam, smell the dandelions, and just have fun. She could be the clown or court jester, but that would never hurt her. Licking her lips, the daughter of the once great Tyr waited for Lir to accept or deny her. She would not be bothered either way, but she would like a home.

DREAMER
mare | 16.3hhs | sooty dunalino pintaloosa | of nowhere

Replies:

whispers in the tall grass - By Lir February 1, 2025 at 03:48:29 PM
- There's no such thing as a nightmare. - By Dreamer February 3, 2025 at 08:11:33 AM
  - whispers in the tall grass - By Lir February 3, 2025 at 09:29:51 PM
    - There's no such thing as a nightmare. - By Dreamer February 4, 2025 at 06:02:39 PM
      - whispers in the tall grass - By Lir February 8, 2025 at 09:56:27 PM

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