Fayella smiles at Lagertha's sarcastic remark about Riva playing nice with her. She turns to Riva, a playful twinkle in her eye. "I guess, I'm special then," she says.
Then Fayella turns to look at Lagertha. Her dark, silvery coat shimmers in the sun's brutal rays. She carries herself proudly, and rightly so, as the queen. Yes, this obviously badass queen wouldn't take a distasteful remark from anyone, it seemed, and she wouldn't have to worry about anything like that with Fayella; she was just a naturally respectful, kind mare.
"Hello, Lagertha," Fayella nods to the dark gray queen. "It's nice to meet you. And it seems like I'm in good hands."
Acknowledging Riva's answer to her question, Fayella says, "Well, I'm ready to commit myself to the jungle. What must I do?"
She looks towards Riva, and back to Lagertha, and then her icy blue eyes sweep along the jungle, with its green hues and tendrils of vines growing everywhere. Even where she's been damaged, she's obviously fiercely growing new green shoots of plants, refusing to give up. "It feels like home, already."
Fayella
We're the song inside the tune full of beautiful mistakes