[open] With Hope and Light (Maus, Amazons)

[Keifer]

The hot, sticky air was a warm welcome to the mare. She looks at the mouse colored mare next to her. "Thank you for offering your home to me." she gasps as she sees the beautiful trees, seemingly untouched by winters harsh grasp. The lush green leaves, damp by the rains this part of the island had instead, brushed her coat as she passed. The air started to feel hot, but she knew with her thin coat that she would get used to it.

"@[Maus], would you mind introducing me to some of the other horses?" her brittish accent was really heavy now, though she tried to hide it. She hated it, how it seemingly marred her sweet, true tenor voice. She cleared her throat, trying to mask it with her Arabian one. It seemed to match her better, seeing that she was a Pintabian. So she was mostly Arabian.

She sighed, knowing her brother was only her half brother. She wished they could only find him. "Do you think we'll ever find him?" she asked Maus, but stared straight forward. She stopped and waited for the mares reply.

[Adalyn]

heaven help a fool who falls in love

Adalyn didn’t think she would love a place as much as she loves the Jungle. She’s only been in the wild kingdom since the beginning of fall, but each day she wakes and her heart beats with excitement all over again. Her reckless heart loves the constant noise, the endless chatter of monkeys and roaring of jaguars and cawing of birds and hush of streams and buzz of insects. The Dale had been too quiet of a place for her wanderlust of a heart. She loves and has loved its mighty mountains, peaceful springs, and calm waters. But it is a childhood love; a place she travels to when she wants to reminisce.

The Jungle is her home now, she knows that full well.

The black and gold mare has been meaning to travel to the Field, to sniff out bold women who might be interested in living in the Jungle. The winter has held her back, however. Her body adjusted well to the muggy temperatures of the kingdom and the thought of adventuring past the warm borders into colder territory has kept her from traveling. From the way the sun has begun to set later in the days, Adalyn knows spring is rapidly approaching. And so she heads toward the border, intent on waltzing into the Field and hopefully bringing someone back with her.

However, as Adalyn reaches the border, there are two mares. By the scents they carry, the water girl knows they have come from the direction she intends to travel. A carefree smile brightens her face as she comes to a stop near them. “Hi there!” Her voice is lower than a normal mare’s, but there is an optimistic lift to it. “Welcome to the Jungle. I’m Adalyn.” She leaves it at that, mainly because she doesn’t know what else to say. Adalyn hasn’t met any other Amazonians other than Riva and she can’t figure out which of them is the new recruit. Or maybe both of them are.

So she settles for smiling recklessly again and flicking her ears forward, intently waiting for one of them to answer.

adalyn