well, well, well; hestia, any

[Hybris]

were it not for the constant roar of the water meeting sand she would have found it too quiet. there was life here, yes, but it was not the same. it was not the constant murmur of living creature and foliage that had embraced the jungle. it was not the thick humidity that clung to the flesh and warmed the very soul. it was different - not bad, not good, just different. our sparrow would adapt, surely. in time she would grow more accustomed to the brine-scented air and surf-roar sounds and it would not be so strange. for now she stood alone and stared at the ocean as if she sought to unravel it's mysteries and determine why exactly she was here. why was it THIS place that beqanna had given them? there was a wildness, of course, that matched the heart of the sisters, but... and there her thought was interrupted by a rather startling arrival. not only was he sparkly but he was, well, a he. stallions weren't unheard of amongst the amazons - they had lovers and friends alike (she remembered magnus, vividly) - they just didn't usually barge in so brazenly. of course he was quick to explain himself and she wondered why the queen had invited him. what did he have to offer? as hybris sought to unravel this new mystery she listened to his greeting and offered one in return. "i am hybris." rather than puzzle any longer she simply asked. "pardon my curiosity, but why? did you live in the jungle before?" hybris ; it was but a dream within a dream