She loves this place more than any in the world. Never mind that it is all she has known. There can be no place better than the jungle. It is home, all of it. The timid capybaras, the bold howlers, the slinking jaguar spirit who watches over them all. The vines and the kapok trees and the river with its hidden dangers. And most of all, the sisterhood. No damsels in distress, despite what other may think. This is a clan of warrior women and Sette is proud to be one of them.
She is growing up, although not fast enough for her liking. Around her mares are going into heat and seeking mates, a mystery that Sette will not begin to contemplate for herself for many years. Mostly she gives the others space and revisits her old haunts, coming to rest in the usual clearing with her mother each night. It is a routine she would be loathe to lose.
The borders are one her usual spots. She prowls them frequently, eager to greet newcomers and ascertain what they might desire. Several of the mares have commented that she seems to show up everywhere. Anguisette grins at that. The smoky black roan is full of life and energy and youthful optimism, and it shows.
On today's foray she notices a buckskin stallion. Stallion are not unknown in the jungle but they are rare enough to make her stop and scent the air. He doesn't seem to have ill intent, but shortly after the first mare approaches, Sette scrambles up beside her. It's always better to fight in pairs if they can. She rests easily at Sunday's side with a soft nicker for the eyeless filly. Perhaps that should frighten or worry Sette, but she accepts it as normal and says nothing about it.
"Hello Magnus. Sunday. I know we haven't met yet. I heard your names a moment ago. I'm Sette, Lagertha's daughter."
She listens as the stallion speaks, though nothing of what he says surprises her. Lagertha speaks often with Sette, treating her more as an adult than a child. Although the yearling does not know all of her mother's thoughts she has an idea of what she ought to say to Magnus.
"We can certainly bring you to the Khaleesi, if you like. She or Rhy would be the ones with the ability to make firm decisions about an alliance. I think" she adds gently, "mother will certainly ask you what advantage an alliance with the Gates will bring."
The black roan does not mean to be unkind. She is only warning the buckskin stallion of what the Khaleesi will be thinking.
Anguisette
the changeling jungle princess
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