There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye. (Any)

[Joscelin]

Thunder rumbles quietly in the distance as the small group discusses Girr’s stick. The first lonely drops of rain fall from the sky, a sure sign of more to come. And though one falls directly onto her white tipped ear, the small filly only flicks it before turning her attention back to the far more interesting conversation. When the stoic girl speaks, Joscelin turns her head, golden eyes fixing upon the roan’s face. Her curiosity is piqued as she studies her - the odd filly from the Amazons who shows such clear disdain for youthful pursuits. When the older mare speaks, answering the amazon’s blunt question, the red and white filly looks back at her, golden gaze slightly baffled at her question.

Well of course I play with things. I was just playing with that tree. I made it fall over. That was pretty fun.

As she speaks, she gives the tree a solid kick as though to emphasize her point. At Ea’s final words however, Joscelin is unable to resist approaching. She had never met an Amazon before, but it sounds very intriguing. She had of course heard them being discussed. She’s far too curious and often eavesdrops and sticks her nose where it does not belong. How else is one ever to learn anything? None of the adults she is familiar with care to discuss the fascinating intrigues of life and politics with a filly as young as she. What else is a girl to do?

So Joscelin steps close to the young roan filly (perhaps a little too close) and proceeds to sniff her, learning what she can of the jungle without having actually visited. Her gold eyes narrow as she draws back and studies Ea before her expression brightens and a grin splits her features.

You’re kinda stuffy, but I like you.

That said, she turns and scoots back over to Ramiel, her grin bright and engaging (and completely oblivious to any insult she might have inadvertently just given). She looks back over the other two, an idea arising as Girr asks if they’d like to play.

We could play in the rain!

She gestures over to the oncoming storm. It is sprinkling now, the droplets of rain coming more regularly.

It’ll get muddy, and that’s the best!

joscelin