the dead are gone
Little by little, she is starting to recover. She still misses her mother of course, still misses her awful jokes and constant prodding, but the pain has lessened now, scarred over perhaps. She doesn’t have the luxury of time after all, she can’t loose herself to her grief - her kingdom needs her. Even more so in the aftermath of the war.
What she really needs to do at this point is practice her battle skills, but she is still reluctant - the memories of her almost complete loss of control during the war still too fresh. So instead she is pacing the field, keeping an eye out for mares that might make good potential recruits for the Jungle.
She spots one almost immediately - a proud looking blue roan that stands amongst the grasses, head held high. She seems guarded and cautious, and Lexa immediately sees the potential lying within. This is a strong, independent creature, one that would potentially do quite well in the Amazon kingdom.
She steps forward to approach, but is beaten there by a bay roan stallion that smells a little like, and yet not entirely like, the Falls kingdom. She arrives in time to hear the stallion introduce himself and offer the mare a potential home in his herd. Lexa smiles and nods her head in greeting, and adds her own offer for the mare’s consideration. “Hello there, I’m Lexa. And if the herd life is not for you, I can perhaps offer you a place in my home kingdom, the Amazons.”
and the living are hungry.
lexa.