If it wasn’t already noticeable enough that she now belonged with Reagan, the pretty moss green scarf around her neck would tell the tale too. It was the scarf that kept the black filly warm, somehow magically warming her from within. Clearly different from the Jungle’s heath and humid warmth, but it wasn’t a bad change. The ends of the green scarf swayed with each and every movement, sometimes even swaying due to the wind, but it never fell off. Jinju didn’t question it, as she couldn’t understand the magic behind it. She had grown used to it, most of the time even forgetting that it was there.

She clung to Reagan’s side like a newborn – which she clearly wasn’t anymore – still afraid that Reagan too would disappear when she would glance away for even a second. It had happened twice already and although she knew deep in her heart that the gray mare wouldn’t abandon her, Jinju just had to be sure. Another reason why she stuck close to Reagan was so she could hide herself at the emerald magician’s side. Ever since the change she had grown shy and hesitant in the presence of unknown adults. She didn’t count Ruan like that anymore, he was her uncle in the same way Reagan was her aunt.

As they stop side by side, she lingers a bit behind them, hesitant and unsure of where to go. She wanted nothing more than to place herself in between them, using them as a shelter. Jinju still didn’t like open spaces, still preferring the Jungle’s dense lands to hide herself. Ruby eyes meet blue ones and it is her uncle’s wink that encourages her to step forward until she’s clung to Reagan’s other flank. Her nose is approximately at the mare’s shoulder, making it possible for Jinju to shyly peek from underneath Reagan’s neck, without fully baring herself to all the strangers that gathered themselves around.