The Lost Islands
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Force-claiming is allowed here once a week per character, as is blocking force-claims by the Peak/Lagoon (as a whole) once a week. Rollover is on Sundays.

A rose without its thorns is a sweetened form of cruelty.

Stepping into the commons with her eyes still shedding tears, Rosaliana let her breath leave her lungs in a shaky wobble. She wasn't safe, far from it. Nahawi was gone and everything could change again if she wasn't careful. Turning to find shade, Rosaliana was startled when her eyes caught sight of another. She hadn't been paying attention and it showed when she jerked in a startled jump.

Swinging her body around, Rosaliana sets her eyes upon the stallion. Letting out a blast of air from her nostrils, the patchwork mare sizes him up before shaking her head. “I'm fine and there is no help.” He couldn't bring Nahawi back from the dead and he couldn't give her protection from anyone. He wasn't a lead she knew of, but she also hadn't ever left Atlantis either so didn't know if he led one of the three other islands. He didn't smell like the lagoon, so she let out a sigh of relief at that.

Standing there silently, Rosaliana just kept her gaze on the stallion. He was a bit closer than she would like, but at the same time she was in the commons. He wasn't putting a claim on her for all she could see and it made her worried about what he could be planning. Licking her lips, Rosaliana felt her mental state begging to ping pong through different ideas of what he could be doing here.


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