07-05-2016, 02:41 PM
Respect? She is not certain that she warrants respect on her mere presence alone, but Riva will take it and in turn, extend the respect back to her fellow mare. Confidence, on the other hand (er, hoof?), she has plenty of - if only because she is rather fearless and far too blunt to be anything but confident in all that she does, whether faced with failure or not. Riva knows that in the end, nothing really matters and the few things that do, she already has. Like or not, the thick vanner mare has Riva’s utmost attention and likewise, her respect.
Her eyes are just plain brown, like everything else about Riva - plain and simple, if not sharp and thin, and she does eat but hardly retains fat like others do. Might have something to do with a lack of nourishment during her most formative years but that’s a bone of contention to worry at another day. Right now, she is still sizing up the gypsy horse and overlooking that faint first trace of nerves that spill along the other’s pale gaze so unlike Riva’s own mud-dark one. “No need to bow, girl.” Riva laughs, she cannot help it but she will not be bowed to - no one should bow down to another, whether in servitude or welcome. Still, she likes the quick way that Fayella responds to her and even the hint of excitement in the big girl.
“Of course,” she says matter of factly, not one to mince the meat of her words and she settles down to telling it like it is - “I come from the Jungle, which is home to the Amazons. Really what that means is, it is a place for mares. Oh sure, we have stallions there for a time or two but most of them are brothers, sons, or a few of the sisters’ own mates whom the Jungle allows in. Those that mean us harm are cast out and rather quickly I should say. We are ruled by a Queen, Lagertha, who is fierce as she is wise and by far, she is the best Queen around that I’ve seen.” Here, the paint pauses to catch her breath and laugh a little.
“Granted, I’ve never met any other Queen besides her so I’m afraid my opinion might be a little biased.” she chuckles again, finding it easy to talk about the Jungle given the short amount of time she’s lived there. “It really is a beautiful place, hot of course, but beautiful all the same. It was burned nearly to ash in the last war though but she slowly rebuilds herself and will be green and great again in time. You can join either side there, or both I think, of war or peace depending on what you’d like best.” She eyes Fayella again and considers, “You look built for war but only time will tell, you might like the pursuit of peace better - some do, you know? Any other questions?” since she talked so much and probably not about anything of vast importance that Fayella might like to really know, but she supposed she at least covered the basics and that should be enough.
Her eyes are just plain brown, like everything else about Riva - plain and simple, if not sharp and thin, and she does eat but hardly retains fat like others do. Might have something to do with a lack of nourishment during her most formative years but that’s a bone of contention to worry at another day. Right now, she is still sizing up the gypsy horse and overlooking that faint first trace of nerves that spill along the other’s pale gaze so unlike Riva’s own mud-dark one. “No need to bow, girl.” Riva laughs, she cannot help it but she will not be bowed to - no one should bow down to another, whether in servitude or welcome. Still, she likes the quick way that Fayella responds to her and even the hint of excitement in the big girl.
“Of course,” she says matter of factly, not one to mince the meat of her words and she settles down to telling it like it is - “I come from the Jungle, which is home to the Amazons. Really what that means is, it is a place for mares. Oh sure, we have stallions there for a time or two but most of them are brothers, sons, or a few of the sisters’ own mates whom the Jungle allows in. Those that mean us harm are cast out and rather quickly I should say. We are ruled by a Queen, Lagertha, who is fierce as she is wise and by far, she is the best Queen around that I’ve seen.” Here, the paint pauses to catch her breath and laugh a little.
“Granted, I’ve never met any other Queen besides her so I’m afraid my opinion might be a little biased.” she chuckles again, finding it easy to talk about the Jungle given the short amount of time she’s lived there. “It really is a beautiful place, hot of course, but beautiful all the same. It was burned nearly to ash in the last war though but she slowly rebuilds herself and will be green and great again in time. You can join either side there, or both I think, of war or peace depending on what you’d like best.” She eyes Fayella again and considers, “You look built for war but only time will tell, you might like the pursuit of peace better - some do, you know? Any other questions?” since she talked so much and probably not about anything of vast importance that Fayella might like to really know, but she supposed she at least covered the basics and that should be enough.