Malka had always been the odd ball out, doing things that others wouldn't expect one to do. And so, here she was today, high up in the tree top enjoying the ran that fell down upon her feathered back. She had always enjoyed the jungle rains as it was a good chance for her to rinse out her feathers without having to splash in the crocodile infested rivers. She enjoyed the rain and once she was done rinsing her feathers out, she flew down to the ground and allowed herself to shift back into her equine form, keeping her waterproof feathers instead of her equine coat in order to stay warm and dry. She enjoys the quietness that comes with a rainfall, basking in the solitude and enjoying the time to herself to graze quietly under the trickling of rain that makes its way through the canopy.

She hears a sound behind her and lifts her head slowly, ears flicking towards it. It did not sound like the sneaking pace of cat feet on the undergrowth nor the scurrying feet of the many small animals that habitated in the Jungle. When she heard words reach her ears though, she turned slowly to greet the horse that approached. Malka had never seen her before, though she hadn't been around much recently, so this was not much of a surprise to her.

Malka quickly realized that she probably looked quite the sight, with an equine shape, blue and green feathers covering her body and red feathers over her chest. And even under all of those feathers, her amazon tattoo, showed through it all, with a small flock of the similarly colored queztal birds flying down her right side.

"Hello there", she greets the younger mare with an easy smile. Malka had always enjoyed the youth of Beqanna because they offered a liveliness that many of the older horses did not carry any more. "My name is Malka," she offers after a short moment, with a light dip of her head and a gentle flickering of her ears.

Malka stands easily before the appaloosa, the rain that manages to drips its way through the canopy falling upon her back. Her ears prick forward as the younger mare speaks and Malka smiles. "It's nice to meet you, Ellie!" she replies, her feathered tail swishing softly behind her.

Malka had spent much of her life coming in and out of the Jungle. She was the daughter of an amazonian adviser and Falls King, but she had never found the calling to go to the Falls. She had been well into her older years before she had taken the oath to become an amazon, even though she had avidly served in her ranks several times before making herself official. As Ellie speaks, Malka chuckles softly. "I was born here and have resided among the sisterhood off and on my entire life," she says with a soft shake of her head. "No matter how many times I leave, something just always draws me back here," she says. She couldn't say what that something was, for she had never figured it out herself. But she had long discovered that no matter where she went, she would wind up in the Jungle once again.

Being born to royalty means nothing among the kinds of Beqanna. So many kingdoms had been loss to the hands up surpassors and the crown handed down to those most deserving. Malka was the daughter of the 'Falls king and a 'Zons ambassador, but even now had no desire to be anymore than that. Her parents lineage and importance made no difference to her and she never wanted to be the kind of horse who rode their parents' coattails all the way to success. Malka enjoyed being just another horse in the Jungle. Noone looked down upon her when she took time for herself. She was not ultimately required to be uber diplomatic or well-versed in all of the Beqanna hullabaloo -- she could just be herself, anytime and anyplace that she chose.

"The Jungle is a pleasant place to live, I quite enjoy it myself," she replies to the young mare's comment. Malka had visited many other places in her life time (from the Tundra, to the Chamber slave pens, and everything in between), and she always ended back up under the trees with the howler monkeys and jaguars sounds reaching her ears from far off in the distance. The look of determination in her eyes makes Malka realize that she is going to be quite the force to reckon with when she gets older, a fact that brings a small smile to her lips. Ellie's next question though makes Malka pause for a moment. She knew what ranks she held in the Jungle, but none of them really defined her in the sense that most would think of them. After a moment of consideration, Malka finally replies, "I'm the queen's confidant - the one person who she can always voice her opinions to without feeling she will be criticized." Malka lets her ears flicker softly on top of her head as she thinks of her friend. "Being in charge is hard work and everyone has an opinion on how it should be done. Right, wrong, or indifferent, it's my job to be by her side - no matter what," she adds. She falls quiet than as she thinks back on her own words, words that had flowed so easily from her lips. With her constant absence, she knew she was not being the best pole for Scorch to lean on. She did know though that whenever she was around, Scorch knew that she had a private ear to talk to.