"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
11-23-2015, 04:57 PM (This post was last modified: 11-23-2015, 05:23 PM by Ygritte.)
No matter how hard you try sometimes you can not pretend to be something you're not. In this case Ygritte was trying to be confident in herself. She knew she was about to enter a new chapter of her young life and rather than stand in the field and wait for destiny she decided to reach out and grab it for her own damn self.
She stands a whopping 15.3 hands in all her glory. The color of a new copper penny but where black would typically stain a bay equine was the color of salmon. Not that crazy nowadays where there were green and pink and glitter ponies running a-muck. Long, long ago she had heard rumors of the Amazon's Jungle. Her mother had reminisced a time or two about the days of the Jungle and it made the then tiny Ygritte wide eyed and curious. This place sounded amazing!
Fast forward a few years, long after her mother had disappeared and her father...well she didn't really remember him so there was nothing to say about him honestly. Slender limbs bring the young mare into the humid embrace of vines. The rawk-rawk of the macaw gave away her locations only moments before the chortle of unseen monkeys joined in. In effort to announce herself as friendly before someone "greeted" her as an intruder, she calls out. Lobes waltz while a dilation of her nostrils instinctively scent. "Hello?" Two syllables are all that drip from her lips as she anticipated one of the Amazons.
Ygritte was nervous though she hides it well and holds her ground firmly. This was not the time for foolish anxieties. These mares would be her new sisters, herdmates. First impressions can last a lifetime and the young woman was damn sure going to make a good one.
Nayl certainly doesn't lack confidence. It has been with her since the day she was born as she paraded around the Jungle knowing what blood pumped through her veins. The Jungle is so deeply embedded in her family's past that she can't deny her inherited arrogance. This is where she belongs and where she needs to be. She is comfortable in her own skin and unafraid to express that. She once paraded around as though she were the heir, but age has settled Nayl and has calmed down her big-headed nature.
Now, she simply walks as any confident Amazon would instead of like a pompous child.
With an interest lying at the border Nayl takes a familiar path alongside the riverbend and toward the feeble hello that breaks free from the monkey chatter. "Yes?" Her voice is silk as she steps out from the foliage to look at the russet girl. "Is there something you need or that you're looking for here?" Nayl's head inclines inquisitively as their eyes meet before she straightens herself. Unable to yet open up without answers she refrains from introducing herself for the time being.
In not much time at all does a granite and ivory woman appear from a curtain of heavy foliage. There is a twist in the younger equine's gut as she feels relief to see another face but also apprehension at the prospect of a negative response. Thankfully the other who approaches does not spit and lash out at her. Ygritte was still young enough to feel like she can take on the world...ten feet tall and drunk on adrenaline...
But we are sensible folks and know how that would pan out.
Lobes flick as her attention is directed to the other mare as she nears but stops with a reasonable amount of distance from the sienna mare-child. Her voice reminds Ygritte of the sounds that the wind makes when it caresses the wheat fields. It is soft and soothing. Once the other inquires as to Ygritte's arrival, she quietly inhales and exhales a moment's heartbeat in which to consider her words before speaking. "I am Ygritte and I'm looking for a home." She speaks low and methodically whilst maintaining eye contact. Ygritte always seemed to maintain a levelheadedness about her. As a child she chose to explore and examine things. She was curious about how things functioned and their purpose. Surely everything had a purpose...even if it took some time to figure out what it was. Dark pools maintain the frame of the painted woman once she has finished the sentence. A small smile touches the edges of her lips as she listens for the still unnamed mare's response.
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((ooc: still getting use to ygritte, bear with me lol))
Ferocity and bluntness run in Nayl's veins; it simply isn't in her nature to be quite so amiable and gracious. Her voice, though smooth as silk, contains poison. It isn't regretful for Ygritte to be meeting Nayl as the first Amazon but perhaps it's slightly less than ideal. The girl doesn't outwardly smile or excitedly invite the stranger in. They stand face-to-face at the Jungle's doorstep, waiting for the impasse to end. "Charmed," she replies languidly as her tail sweeps across her hocks. The humidity of the Jungle is clawing her back, trying to usher her back into its depths, but she remains in a stalemate until she finally offers her own name. "Nayl." So simple, so direct.
The doorway into her home is wide open and yet she is hesitant to stand aside and let Ygritte in. A long moment lapses as her autumn eyes drink in the stranger more carefully, scrutinizing her in the dappled lighting. Only afterward does a hum vibrate through her core while she sidesteps. "Then come in and check out our Jungle." The kingdom is always expanding, always strengthening. Not yet in her life has she seen it weaken beneath a Queen's iron fist. "The Amazons are a rare breed," she thinks aloud as a more smug expression wipes across her pretty face. Quietly, she ushers accompanies Ygritte past the border and into the sea of emerald green.
Their surroundings are drastically different from where Ygritte came - the outside, the field, the meadow - and Nayl takes pride in it. They are the only jungle in Beqanna, sharing the environment with no one but their sisters and the native animals. A low growl of a jaguar creeps along the forest floor as it watches them walk past. The monkeys continue to chatter overhead and the birds sing their songs. In the midst of it all Nayl's eyes find Ygritte. "So why here? What draws you to be an Amazon?" The better question is, can she handle being one, but Nayl doesn't yet delve into that.
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