heaven help a fool who falls in love
Her blood is thick with royalty. If one were to trace her roots back to the beginning, they would find rulers of every kingdom aside from the Jungle and the Falls. Perhaps that is what calls her (although she knows little of how royal she truly is); there is a kingdom undiscovered and uninhabited by her bloodline and she must fulfil that destiny. Or perhaps (and this is the more likely choice) she is just looking for a loud place to fill the silence of her life. She’d lingered too long at the Dale’s corners, waiting for some sort of family that she knew of, until she departed to wander briefly in Beqanna’s lands.
Her reckless feet eventually led her to the Field where Magnus told her of the Jungle. Adalyn can still feel the current of excitement sparking in her stomach, something which has led to the fireworks cracking in her gut at this moment. She imagines her welcoming into the warrior kingdom to be lively and fiery and exciting, but the bay tobiano who greets her immediately kills those hopes.
The sharpest tongue Adalyn has heard thus far is the hiss of a snake. The black and gold mare’s ears shift backward, put off by the bitter words. She hadn’t known that her simple song could be heard over the hooting and screeching and roaring of the Jungle’s background lullaby. She forces away the mild feeling of embarrassment and straightens her spine. True, Adalyn might be refreshingly or painfully optimistic, but she is not weak either. Her chin rises in a bold show of steely determination.
“I’m here to join the Jungle.” She says it simply yet boldly, as if her entire purpose is rolling off her tongue. Deep – almost murky – blue eyes scan over the Amazonian mare. “My name’s Adalyn. What’s yours?”
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