The first time she had been left behind on purpose. Dumped in the Den, oblivious to the clear intention with which her biological dam had brought her there. There two mares had found her, and she had found a new mother in one of them. Lexa brought her to the Jungle, gave her a home. But Lexa too she had lost. The Jungle queen had been taken from her during the Reckoning, leaving her alone a second time.

Jinju refused to let it happen a third time. By now she was old enough to take care of herself, she had even reached adulthood already. That all didn’t mean that she didn’t miss her mother. First, when they had first met, when Reagan had taken her to the Taiga, she had referred towards the gray and emerald mare as aunt. Too traumatized by all that had happened to call her mom. The fear of being left behind had stayed with her a long time, but now she had finally learned to trust and relax, it was almost like one of her worst nightmares came true.

”Mom?” she calls out, making her way through the forest as if it was her second home. The black damsel  – she was no longer a girl, yet not a woman either – had always preferred foresty areas. Much like the Taiga and the Jungle. Far as she knew the forest was also where Reagan roamed. ”Reagan” it sounds next, not sure how many mares would be out there in the forest to react to the not so very unique call of a daughter for her mother.

She had to find her. And giving up was not an option. Jinju longed to see Reagan. Not to scream and shout, not to get involved in the business that had driven her parents part. She just wanted to see her mother, to check on her wellbeing, and to spend some casual mother-daughter time.