05-21-2015, 01:10 PM
She follows the other two into the Jungle, letting them lead, bringing up the rear. She welcomes the warm, moist heat with the same resentment she feels for the harsh dry heat of the Desert. Both her most recent homes were not the intended habitat of her kindred. She groans, remembering the oppressive feeling as her chest starts to condense, as it gets hard to breathe in the humid jungle air. Luckily, Cam is leading the way, chatting to the new mare Pevensie scarely recognises. She'll need to make the effort to get better acquainted when they return to the Desert, in fact, she needs to get better acquainted with all her subjects. She seems to have left them all high and dry, without an introduction, their lost Queen only showing up to the most important meetings.
It'll give them all the wrong impression of her. She mentally notes to do better.
However, more urgent thoughts are at hand. She can hear the squeal of the monkeys above, scampering across distant treetops. It brings a smile to her face, remembering the exotic animals which were once her companions. She even grins as a brightly coloured bird bursts from the depths of some tangled vines, winding its way up toward the top of the canopy. Yes, the jungle might be beautiful, but Pevensie will be the first to tell you, she is dangerous too. Her fangs pack a deadly punch. And that's just the animals - the women here are not to be underestimated, she would know, she was amongst their number once.
The meeting starts, the names are exchanged, the sun-mare remains quite. She begins to glow, sucking the sunlight from the air around her, darkening the atmosphere about them all subconsciously. Maybe it's the tension, or the nostalgia, or all of it together that makes her reveal her hidden strengths. She doesn't want them to underestimate her, or her kingdom. Her sunlight is the only punch she has to throw - but they don't know that.
She eyes Scorch as Cam delivers the final message, the reason they made this journey from their homeland. She eyes the fire-mare, offering her a forced smile. Then again, the old wise words do say 'keep your friends close, but your enemies closer'. At least this way they will bide their-selves time, avert the wrath of the Amazonian horde. The kingdom is not ready for war, not with the powerful women of this tribal heartland. They have not the soldiers, they have not the willpower, nor the inclination. At least as allies, the kingdoms will both be secure in the knowledge that neither can hurt the other without serious consequences, without reciprocation.
"Does this please you, Scorch?" she asks, cocking her head, finally finding her voice.
It'll give them all the wrong impression of her. She mentally notes to do better.
However, more urgent thoughts are at hand. She can hear the squeal of the monkeys above, scampering across distant treetops. It brings a smile to her face, remembering the exotic animals which were once her companions. She even grins as a brightly coloured bird bursts from the depths of some tangled vines, winding its way up toward the top of the canopy. Yes, the jungle might be beautiful, but Pevensie will be the first to tell you, she is dangerous too. Her fangs pack a deadly punch. And that's just the animals - the women here are not to be underestimated, she would know, she was amongst their number once.
The meeting starts, the names are exchanged, the sun-mare remains quite. She begins to glow, sucking the sunlight from the air around her, darkening the atmosphere about them all subconsciously. Maybe it's the tension, or the nostalgia, or all of it together that makes her reveal her hidden strengths. She doesn't want them to underestimate her, or her kingdom. Her sunlight is the only punch she has to throw - but they don't know that.
She eyes Scorch as Cam delivers the final message, the reason they made this journey from their homeland. She eyes the fire-mare, offering her a forced smile. Then again, the old wise words do say 'keep your friends close, but your enemies closer'. At least this way they will bide their-selves time, avert the wrath of the Amazonian horde. The kingdom is not ready for war, not with the powerful women of this tribal heartland. They have not the soldiers, they have not the willpower, nor the inclination. At least as allies, the kingdoms will both be secure in the knowledge that neither can hurt the other without serious consequences, without reciprocation.
"Does this please you, Scorch?" she asks, cocking her head, finally finding her voice.