DESOLATION COMES UPON THE SKY - any

[Pharaon]

“All human wisdom is contained in these two words - Wait and Hope” -Alexandre Dumas The silver moon illuminates many things in the underbrush of the Jungle, but shadows still lurk among every turn. The darkness hides, creeping into the corners of the ferns and vines, sheltering the creatures from the light. Perhaps Pharaon has now grown used to the eerie, almost sinister darkness that surrounds her here. This place still feels like home, even in the shadows. And though her glowing flame-lace patterns warm the darkness, her night vision is noticeably decreased by the faint light. Is isn't until she is nearly upon the pair, that she sees them. Her familiar Scorch -her friend, leader, and fearless Khaleesi. The grey mare knew her well. But this other - the smell of testosterone hung close to him, a descriptive trait Pharaon was quickly beginning to learn and understand from her time in the Amazons. She did not know him, though most obviously he was from the Tundra - seemingly with news to share. She hesitates for a brief moment, hoof pausing mid-air considering whether or not she was welcome here. Though the mare was unsure if she had walked into a private conversation, she greets the two softly. "Khaleesi..." A simple nod is offered to the stallion. Her eyes meet his briefly, but in her uncertainly their amber gaze turns to the earth. The young mare is not yet the picture of confidence, and something about this male brings out some level of fear inside of her. But the Amazonian sisters are not supposed to appear weak, or shy, or frightened. They are strong - warriors of the Jungle. So quickly, she gathers herself to address him- wanting only to ease the tension and uphold Scorch's trust and approval. "How does the Tundra fair, sir?"

ooc: hope you don't mind her barging in.