Rage, rage against the dying of the light [any]

[Pharaon]

“All human wisdom is contained in these two words - Wait and Hope” -Alexandre Dumas Pharaon understands the connection a mother and her foal can share. A look, a feeling, the longing gaze of love between the pair. She too had recently become a mother, and it is a bond that only mothers can understand. The dapple grey mare looks upon the pair, a smile growing upon her delicate face. The pair gave off a warm aura, and the little Pharaon decided they were the pair to befriend. But too long had she stood, lost in thought and wonder - for the pair had already been courted by two stallions, both unfamiliar to the Amazonian. Never the less, the grey approached slowly.. She arrives in time to learn the stallions' names. Weir and Erebor of the Dale and Chamber, respectively. She nods her head in greeting to the group. "Hello all, my name is Pharaon of the Jungle. She pauses a moment - allowing the mother and daughter to respond to the others' questions ahead of her own. She is patient, my Pharaon. Patient, kind, and albeit probably a bit naive. But she does her best to be respectful of others (especially diplomats like herself). "Have the two of you ever been to the Jungle? The flowers, twisting vines, birds and beasts alike make for a wondrous sight! It's warm year round, and the sisterhood is strong and protecting of one another. It is my home, my family, and we always have room for others to join us." Pharaon always had difficulty describing the way the Jungle made her feel.. She had been to the Field once, alone and unknowing of the outside world. But her sisters had saved her - given her hope, a home, and those to call her own - a family. She truly couldn't imagine herself anywhere else. It's odd what fate can throw your way, if you only give it a chance.