The bay tovero mare is never far from the field these days; it is her intent to sway as many mares to the Amazon’s side as she can, not just to swell their ranks but to truly find those of interest and purpose like herself - those with the drive and determination to make something of themselves besides a broodmare. She was here earlier and had a not so great encounter with a Clydesdale mare who practically threw herself at a roan stallion and was so outrageously flirtatious that it made Riva sick to her stomach - not to mention, the draft practically shoved the smaller paint out of the way and began to groom her. Riva was not exactly keen on strangers acting entirely too familiar with her, even if grooming was a nature equine instinct but it was one you did with herdmates - not unknown horses you barely just met in the field of all places!

Exasperated, she is nearly about to turn back the way she came and seek out the hot refuge of the Jungle when her hawkish eyes land on a mare not dissimilarly colored to herself - the paint pattern wasn’t right though, or rather, just not the same - tobiano instead of tovero, but it was the way the other mare seemed to look after those around her, keeping an eye out for any threat to them or herself. Riva instantly liked that about the stranger and so she started towards her only to balk at the sudden approach of yet another paint, this one a bay overo stallion. She couldn’t but chuckle to herself, thinking about a coalition of bay paints meeting up in the field and surely, that in itself was either coincidental or fortuitous, she wasn’t really sure which. Riva can hear the stallion talking of the Falls and she joins them at the conclusion of his offer.

“Hi, I’m Riva and like him, I’m from a kingdom to - the Jungle to be precise. I too, come to offer you an opportunity to live there and make something of yourself.” and she makes her offer just that easily, smiling just a little at the two of them as the spring gales play with their light-dark manes blowing them all about.