Fayella eagerly soaked up the information Riva was giving her about the jungle like black asphalt soaks up sun. Her eyes darted around to keep up with all the sights, and her ears frantically swiveled to analyze every sound around them as the landscape morphed into a new, breathtaking but deadly environment. Fayella could feel the air getting hotter, the trees becoming denser, and she saw new animals she'd never seen before, only heard about. It was hot, but nothing she couldn't handle. Vibrant macaws clung to tree limbs, their brilliantly colored feathers in various shades of blue and red and gold. "Beautiful," she says, her blue eyes lighting up so they look almost as vibrant as the macaw's feathers. They passed a barren space full of dust and ashes, where tiny sprigs of green dotted the earth here and there. If these plants were as strong as Riva and the other Jungle inhabitants seemed to be, she knew the forest would be teeming with plant life in no time at all. And then they approached a heavily forested area once again, with green everywhere, growing healthy in the rich, dark soil. Fayella loved the way the moist black earth felt, not so hard, it sort of molded to her hooves as she traipsed along, following Riva. When they reached the clearing, Fayella turned to the painted mare. "It's perfect," she whispers, her voice filled with wonder and adoration. "And it's so alive. I feel like the whole forest is living and breathing. It's...enchanting." Then she comes back down to earth, blushing a little. "Sorry. I probably sound like a nut job." She looks down, and then looks at Riva again. "Thank you for.. well, taking me under your wing." Riva might not know, but Fayella had been overwhelmed with the daunting task of leaving her family and everyone she knew to go pursue an uncertain future, and it helped so much to have a kind person to help her start a new life, and she was grateful.
Fayella
We're the song inside the tune full of beautiful mistakes