the dead are gone
She needs to get out more.
Lexa pauses at the edge of the field, dark eyes darting about anxiously. She hasn’t left the Jungle since she woke up, deposited there after the battle and it feels strange to be out in the open once again. She feels awkward, vulnerable, as if another battle is going to break out at any minute, though she knows that’s foolish.
She takes a breath and steps forward, eyes on the look out for anyone to approach. She is here for a purpose after all, to see if there’s anyone she can recruit. The Jungle is not doing particularly poorly in terms of numbers, but they always need more, and during the war …
She doesn’t want to think about that now.
Really she’s just trying to distract herself.
Luckily a distraction soon comes, in the form of a painted mare that suddenly appears out of nothing on the opposite side of the field. Lexa jumps, startled, then tries to cover her surprise. She’s far enough away that the mare probably didn’t notice.
Now curious, she begins to walk in the mare’s direction. She’s beaten there by a fiery red chestnut stallion (unsurprising, many would be interested in a mare appearing out of thin air), but she doesn’t mind. The more company, the more conversation, the more to distract her. She just doesn’t want to think about the events of the past few months.
She smiles warmly as she draws near, and nods politely in greeting. “Hello there. I’m Lexa, of the Amazons. What brings the both of you to the field today?”
and the living are hungry.
lexa.