Lucetta idly wondered when her ocelot companion would return from his hunt. Although she was used to isolation from an early age on, she had grown quite reliant on the familial bond she had formed with the little cub she had rescued a couple years ago. Namir kept her sane and safe from any loneliness piercing her fragile heart. But she didn’t know the spoken language of the other jungle animals and the little green girl sometimes wonders what would happen if she were to approach another of her kind.
It was a scary and bold thought for her to ponder.
Her quiet solitude is abruptly broken by loud noises – twigs snapping and grasses being crushed underfoot. Clearly this was something not even attempting to hide its presence. That could be both bad and good for Lucetta. Since the creature didn’t take care to blend into the jungle, it meant that it wasn’t trying to hunt. But it could also mean that the unknown noises were caused by something confident in its ability to defend itself. Most of the jungle-women generally didn’t announce themselves the way that this creature was doing.
She was torn between removing herself from the immediate vicinity which left the bounty of fruit unclaimed or to stand her ground and attempt to camouflage into the jungle undergrowth. The decision was made for her when a young girl startled her through a series of flailing limbs and high energy. Lucetta hadn’t really had the chance to see the younger members of the tribe before. It was mostly those who were experienced jungle-dwellers she had observed coming to and fro through the lush forest.
The green girl immediately wants to shy away and melt back into the jungle’s embrace. She’s bewildered by such a boisterous greeting and its subsequential question. Her hazel doe eyes are wide in uncertainty as she stares at the roaned girl. She finally murmurs a subdued greeting in return when it appears the girl isn’t going anywhere any time soon.
“Play?”