Spring is passing by. The tendrils of leaves on the vines have exploded into flowers, some deadly, but all beautiful. The heat is slowly rising, promising a humid summer to come. I smile wistfully whenever I spot a capybara family in the Jungle. It makes me think of Vi and our grand rescue. Our carefree childhood days of playing and causing trouble slipped away in one mournful afternoon.
I know why she is reclusive, and though it hurts, I do not push my company on her. Mother explained that Vi's mama and papa have died. Sometimes horses need time to grieve before they can rejoin the world. I know this, although I struggle to understand it at my age. Yet, I miss my friend.
I fill my days with greeting newcomers and shadowing the Khaleesi and her advisors for information, and my nights sleeping curled up near my mother, grateful for her presence for as long as I have it. I feel a sharp ache of guilt in my chest some nights, knowing that my mother is alive and well, and Vi is alone.
My mind and heart are full of these thoughts as I walk the jungle. And so it seems perfectly natural, almost as if I have conjured her, to find Vi leaning against a fat kapok tree. My heart rushes into my throat and my brown eyes light up.
"Vi!" I say eagerly, my voice filled with joy. I move forwards, close enough to touch before I remember the reason for the mournful look in her face. "Oh, Vi. I'm so sorry." I murmur softly, reaching out to run my muzzle along her shoulder. "I know it isn't the same at all as-as having your mother and father, but I will be your family, too. You aren't alone."
I had missed her company dreadfully, and an idea begins to grow, one I think might help Vi feel better. I wait, just standing near her and doing my best to comfort my bereaved sister.
the jungle princess