05-26-2015, 08:35 PM
Yronwood is late to the party, but "better late than never", as he had overheard one of the Amazon sisters say. He spies his twin in the crowd, standing next to her friend Nayl, and makes his way to her other side, whickering cheerfully at both of them. His eyes catch upon the tattoo upon his sibling's narrow chest, blinking in surprise once. That was an Amazonian tattoo, wasn't it? This meeting must have included an initiation for new members, something his sister had no doubt been thrilled about....what would Mother think of it? He says nothing himself, however, not wanting to mar the joy evident upon her face. Ellie was his twin sister, he'd support her choices no matter what they were, even if they were dissimilar to his own life-plans. Admittedly, the six month old colt doesn't have much of that going on so far. He has no ties to other places; they'd never met their father or even knew much about him from Dorne. But as a boy, he cannot do as Ephrelle has just done, can he?
Males did not hold rank in the Jungle that he was aware of, could not pledge themselves to it. He catches sight of other colts in the gathering and wonders if they have similar thoughts to himself. Well, the direct route was the best way to get answers to his questions. Edging forward, he looks towards Scorch, dipping his chestnut head politely as a matter of course. He doesn't care if this is something he ought to know already; his little family (except for Ellie) had not immersed itself into the Jungle's culture, but his voice is kept carefully respectful to match his head-bow. "I'm not sure of what duties are available to those of us who are not quite sisters, but I would be happy to accompany Ephrelle somewhere if need be...." His eyes dart to the filly in question with sudden panic. Would she want him to go with her, or was this something she wanted to do on her own, now that she was a newly minted Sister? Anxiety grips the little organ thumping away in his reddish chest at the thought of being separated from her for however long she might be gone.
Males did not hold rank in the Jungle that he was aware of, could not pledge themselves to it. He catches sight of other colts in the gathering and wonders if they have similar thoughts to himself. Well, the direct route was the best way to get answers to his questions. Edging forward, he looks towards Scorch, dipping his chestnut head politely as a matter of course. He doesn't care if this is something he ought to know already; his little family (except for Ellie) had not immersed itself into the Jungle's culture, but his voice is kept carefully respectful to match his head-bow. "I'm not sure of what duties are available to those of us who are not quite sisters, but I would be happy to accompany Ephrelle somewhere if need be...." His eyes dart to the filly in question with sudden panic. Would she want him to go with her, or was this something she wanted to do on her own, now that she was a newly minted Sister? Anxiety grips the little organ thumping away in his reddish chest at the thought of being separated from her for however long she might be gone.