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[Elektra]

Elektra didn’t always notice things either. Or rather, it all bloody looked the same to her. Trees, and trees, with some flowers, shrubs and birds thrown in. How anybody managed to get around at all in this god forsaken jungle was still a mystery. She’d been here but a short time and already she had encountered two snakes, a ginormous colorful bird and what she suspected was the jungle cat.

Elektra was coming to realize her very life could be on the line.

This realization hadn’t fazed her as much as she had suspected it would. She was starting to worry about her blood pressure, to be sure, but during her more intrepid moments she felt just that, intrepid. The parrot colored mare puffed up a little.

She was a god damn amazon. That’s right, a fly by the seat of her pants, no man needing, badass bitch. Or at least, that’s what she kept telling herself. If she listened to her more negative thoughts, Elektra would hear that same voice say she was a damn fool who was going to get herself killed, or at least twist her ankle on one of the more devious vines.

But no, she was an optimist. That is, until she saw an eyeless filly navigate the jungle better than she could. Elektra huffed angrily, then tried to take a deep, shaky breath. The child had no doubt been born here. Children of the jungle were strange. They seemed to instinctively know their way around the trees. Just look at that cunning little Sette. That girl had found Elektra when she was lost and didn’t have a clue how to make her way back to civilization. Despite all her talk and bluster, Elektra hadn’t worked up the nerve to go too far into the trees. Instead, the bay and purple mare picked her way indelicately though the trees, and caught up to the mother daughter pair.

“Hey!” She shouted when she was still too far away to talk normally. Elektra stumbled over a low hanging branch and had to move quickly to keep from falling. Yet, she continued on as if she had not even noticed it, for indeed she had gotten used to losing and regaining her footing. She finally caught up to the pair and whispered to the mom.

“How does she find her way around?” Elektra gestured to the filly, just in case the mare didn’t realize to whom she was referring.

“And can she teach me? I’m getting sick of falling over things.” And indeed, Elektra had fallen over everything there was to fall over. Branches, twigs, rocks, her own feet, a wild hog, thick grass, and once, a monkey.