07-05-2016, 04:17 PM
Riva realizes that she is really starting to like this mare; what a scary thought! Only scary in that Riva doesn’t have friends, or enemies (except the monkeys in the Jungle…), or much of anything really besides Lagertha whom she counts as well… she’s not sure, she’ll come back to that thought later on. Fayella seems to have a good head on her shoulders, she listens to what Riva has to say and asks appropriate questions and that earns her more respect in Riva’s opinion.
“I think you will too,” she assures her. If only she could find more like this one, then the Jungle would flourish with new life and an influx of ideas and passions shared amongst them all. Alas, this is but a start and Riva is happy to find herself successful in her recruitment dabbles. It’s like dipping a toe in a pool really, to see if the water is too cold and finding out it is just right and satisfaction bubbles up in Riva’s dead flaky heart for the first time.Which means her heart isn’t so dead, the metaphorical one that is, since the thick meaty one beats just fine inside her narrow chest.
“Hm…” she muses, “That’s a good question since I’m not a warrior myself. Lagertha is, she’s like, the epitome of a warrior and would know more about that.” Her grin becomes more conspiratorial as she leans in closer to the vanner mare, “Don’t get me wrong, I can fight off the things that try to eat me. Not to scare you, but the Jungle is no safe haven from nature. Most of her laws are still intact there, tooth or claw, eat or be eaten you know? Not that any of us would let anything happen to you and I think you could more than hold your own against the things that live there.” She nods quite assuredly, before snatching a mouthful of grass herself.
“Sorry, I forget to take the time to eat sometimes.” Riva is rather chatty at the moment, almost companionably so… which is odd for her, nice but still odd. “I can take you there whenever you like. It’s much more interesting than this place, no offense to the Field and all but the Jungle… that’s home, and she beckons.” She throws her head up and looks off in the distance to where she knows the Jungle lies, towards a dusty footpath that is the way home and her dusty little heart sings with the tiniest note of joy.
“I think you will too,” she assures her. If only she could find more like this one, then the Jungle would flourish with new life and an influx of ideas and passions shared amongst them all. Alas, this is but a start and Riva is happy to find herself successful in her recruitment dabbles. It’s like dipping a toe in a pool really, to see if the water is too cold and finding out it is just right and satisfaction bubbles up in Riva’s dead flaky heart for the first time.Which means her heart isn’t so dead, the metaphorical one that is, since the thick meaty one beats just fine inside her narrow chest.
“Hm…” she muses, “That’s a good question since I’m not a warrior myself. Lagertha is, she’s like, the epitome of a warrior and would know more about that.” Her grin becomes more conspiratorial as she leans in closer to the vanner mare, “Don’t get me wrong, I can fight off the things that try to eat me. Not to scare you, but the Jungle is no safe haven from nature. Most of her laws are still intact there, tooth or claw, eat or be eaten you know? Not that any of us would let anything happen to you and I think you could more than hold your own against the things that live there.” She nods quite assuredly, before snatching a mouthful of grass herself.
“Sorry, I forget to take the time to eat sometimes.” Riva is rather chatty at the moment, almost companionably so… which is odd for her, nice but still odd. “I can take you there whenever you like. It’s much more interesting than this place, no offense to the Field and all but the Jungle… that’s home, and she beckons.” She throws her head up and looks off in the distance to where she knows the Jungle lies, towards a dusty footpath that is the way home and her dusty little heart sings with the tiniest note of joy.