You and I We're Pioneers [Lexa&Amazons]

[riva]

i don't love you;

but i always will.

“It probably isn’t wise to go poking about in the Jungle if you’re unfamiliar with it.”

A nose pokes out of a bush; the lips that shape such a statement are clearly stained from the juice of the berries that Riva has been experimentally tasting. Obviously, she has not dropped dead much to the entire world’s chagrin, she’s sure. Instead, she is as hale as a horse ought to be and has taken a break from her berry-munching to follow the path of the violet mare through the Jungle.

At some point, the bay tovero is certain that she will have to address the finer points of why it is not so wise to go a-wandering through the Jungle without an escort. Common sense says explore, but do so safely, and probably not when you are as purple as some of the more exotic flowers that blossom in the hot fetid heart of the Jungle. It is a hue that seems to draw the attention of many to it, and the mare sticks out amongst all the wonderfully and vibrantly green vegetation like a sore thumb. Riva can only shake her head after having pulled her nose back from the bush’s evil clutches, only to barrel through that same bush mere moments later and pull up short next to the violet mare.

“It’s not exactly safe y’know,” she adds, trying to be a little less… well, rude.

Riva gave the mare a cockeyed grin, which is a good attempt on Riva’s part to appear friendly enough.

Riva