wait and hope; any

[Pharaon]

“All human wisdom is contained in these two words - Wait and Hope” -Alexandre Dumas The little grey is not alone long before two of her sisters approach. The rattling of leaf and vine drifts to her delicate ears long before they appear. But what was interesting to the inquisitive Pharaon was that the sound of Rhy comes much closer then she expects without a visual. But the mare ignores this thought. And with a soft nicker of greeting, she calls to them - her family. "Rhy, Sunday. It is so wonderful to see you both." While a year had passed, returning to the Amazons and the every humid Jungle always felt like a relief. It was as though the weight of travelling, the stresses associated with being on the move were lifted as she stepped across the boarders. "Rhy, I am very well - and very glad to be home. How are you? And how have the Amazons fared this last year?" She pauses, turning her amber eyes to Sunday. "Sunday, It's wonderful to see you!.." But as Sunday asks Rhy her question, the grey mare trails off in her greeting. It was odd, come to think of it, the way Rhy's footsteps neared without a glimpse of the mare. Maybe Rhy HAD changed. (But doesn't everyone change in some way?) Beqanna was always proving herself full of magic. Magic and wonder and glorious surprises. Perhaps Pharaon was yet to discover more..