<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 February 3, 2025 at 08:11:33 AM by Dreamer

No more words were needed, that much clear as Dreamer gave the stallion a soft smile. Her eyes held a gentle look, their depths holding not a lick of a dark monster. With everything Dreamer had, she was pure. Light, happy, gentle, and kind. Nothing about her life, not matter how funky it had been so far, tainted her. She didn't even realize it yet, but deep down she wished it would stay this way forever. It was peaceful, being this way. It gave her something nothing else could and that was the positive outlook on life.

As Lir reached his muzzle forward, she met him half way. Her nostrils flared, bringing in his soothing scent. Crisp air, prairie grass, and musk. He was a breath of fresh air, literally. It made her lips stretch just a bit more and a fondness to take over her heart. She hoped his sadness would ease, but for now this was okay. Taking one step forward, she softly aimed to rest her muzzle against his for a moment. It was an odd action, but the tender hearted mare meant no trouble with the action. She just wanted to offer touch, even if it was to a sad stranger. Maybe, just maybe, her light could brighten the darkness that swirled through this young man's heart with the changes he's been through.

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

Replies:

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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