| Pomona... I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star...
Pomona was taken aback by pretty much everything. She had no idea what was going on, but at least the forest wouldn't burn today. But the day is still young, she thought in an uncharacteristically negative manner. She was often hard on herself but she rarely attributed it to bad luck or outside sources.
Her golden wings gave a flick of surprise as she shied away into some brush at the sudden appearance of the Khaleesi. The drab amazon was not yet used to Scorch's new figure, she seemed so naked without her tattoos, the wrinkled skin reminding her of something helpless like a baby songbird. Perhaps it would not be wise to say that to Scorch, surely the Queen was as uncomfortable without her tattoos as Pomona was. To Pomona they had been a brave mask she could wear, something to remind her that she would always have sisters, even when she was far away. Losing them had been like being cast out of the Jungle, it had made her limbs go numb and her stomach drop in sudden terror.
Sensitive to a fault, she winced when Scorch swore, her dark eyes squinting as if she'd been struck. Surely she was used to the Queen's fiery attitude, but Pomona was unused to harsh words. Recovering her composure, the stout liver mare stepped back out of the brush and moved to stand closer to Scorch, a wistful look pulling up on her lip, "Ah, yes. I'm sorry I was... about..." It was a lame excuse and she dropped her head as her wings twitched uncomfortably on her back. Looking up, she realized how stiff the Khaleesi looked and she asked, her voice concerned, "Are you okay? No offense meant to you, but you do look like you've a snake up your... er, uh... arse..." Her face would have colored if it could but instead her eyes looked away, the dark irises finding their way to rest with caution on the stranger, older mare who was now a silvery lion. Predators made her nervous, Pomona even tread cautiously around the young guardian of the Jungle because her form was a Jaguar.
Without their tattoos it was hard to tell who was who. Not everyone in the Jungle was a friend, even among the Amazons, but at least with their tattoos one knew they shared a mutual cause. Chewing her lower lip she asked softly, "Do you not remember?" She didn't know where the stranger's, Prauge she thought, memory left off. So she gave her a run down in her slow alto. "Ah, you're in the Jungle. If you're an Amazon then it's home. We all lost our tattoos so it's hard to tell. Um. I guess that's what happened. Beqanna took her Kingdom gifts back but the Elders of each Kingdom got new ones." Her eyes traveled to Scorch's horns. "Like horns and wings and stuff." Cocking her head to the side she gave a reluctant, "Erm, have I answered your questions?"
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