The Lost Islands
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THE PRAIRIE
LIR
head
NONE
second
NONE
third
KVASIR
guardians

RESIDENTS
the adults
none, none, none
august, citrus, evrain, khan, lavender, lumalee, roisin, zahara
name, name, name

CHILDREN
the little ones
name, name, name
khymm, krayt, zahir, zahira
name, name, name

ALLIES
friends
evrain, sephiroth
ENEMIES
foes
zira

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
whispers in the tall grass

Movement: that's what had caught his attention first, with color registering soon after. One might expect for the shadows in a land as richly textured as the Prairie to remain more unnoticed. However— and unfortunately, for the lad— these were the places Lir looked to first when on a regular search for his sister.

He'd caught the flicker of shadow just as young Noctifer made to leave the beach. The sable dun knew better than to let the hope of seeing his sister get the better of him. After all, it hadn't been her any other time before. He followed the dark shape quickly nonetheless. Tan hooves found their footing nimbly, even as the terrain shifed from sand to dirt and loam.

Lir has been right not to get his hopes up. He could see now from his vantage point that the figure was not the one he'd hoped to find. Where Vervain was slender and brindled as though with stardust, the boy was tall and stocky with amber-red eyes. Draft lineage clung to the boyish lank of him. The overo eyed the boy with a quizzical skepticism.

“Who are you, and what are you doing here," he asked curtly.

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