where does the good go? {any}

[Malka]

Faith is the bird that feels the light

when the dawn is still dark.

Malka had an entire lifetime of failed relationships behind her. Her father had abandoned her at barely a year old, her only manservant (who she only took on because he was her sister's manservant and he was a kind soul) had been killed in a war with the Valley, both of her children had nothing to do with her and the last time she'd seen her father, he'd been murdered before her eyes. One simply could not blame Malka for living among a group of women with little or nothing to do with other males. They only seemed to let her down, time and time again.

Her two tones tail swats heavily at her rump and she stomps a hoof as the first early flies try to land on her. There were very few things that Malka hated more in life than flies and she avoided them most of the time in her Quetzal form- they didn't seem to bother the elegant bird as much as they did the horses. Malka watches as the gray mare turns her gaze behind her and Malka's eyes follow the other mare's stare as she speaks of her homeland. Malka silently wondered if it was someplace that she had ever journeyed through on one of her many outings outside of Beqanna lands. Romi's words though bring her back to reality and she speaks again of the Amazons. Malka can't help but laugh .

"We have a small handful of stallions, most of which are promised to the mares that live there or children of the sisters," she says, for she would hate for the mare to arrive only to be greeted by Hestoni, Queen Scorch's partner or one of the sons of the Jungle. "It functions as well as one can expect from a group of hormonal mares all living together," (let's not forget, hormonal mares with magic powers, non-the-less!) she says with a light snort. One was never going to find perfect harmony anywhere. There was always going to be disagreements, clashes of personalities and all that fun, but the Jungle ladies had somehow managed a way to keep one another together and to support each other through thick and thin. If there was one downside Malka could ever give to the jungle mares is that they were loyal to a fault - with even a war having been fought over ill-treatment of the sisters.

Malka

immortal, quetzal-shifting Lekh, Kosi & Erinak of the 'Zons