09-16-2015, 08:52 AM
It is early morning when she sets off for the Jungle, the last days of summer clinging to her skin. It is delightfully cool outside, a pleasant breeze playing at her mane and tail, but she knows that as the day progresses, the sun will burn the dew off of the grass and the breeze will die down some, leaving the day hot and dry. She doesn’t mind too much, though, because as the days grow shorter the temperature will drop and it will be peaceful and cold, which is something she looks forward to every year. Winter is one of her favorite times of year, though she knows that the Valley will be incredibly cold. Her second winter in the Valley is already upon her. Time is flying by almost too quickly.
She knows that there is a river that runs through the Valley and leads the way to the Amazons, so she finds it and swiftly heads west, her long legs carrying her effortlessly over the ground. It takes several hours to travel around the side of the mountain with the rhythmic pounding of her hooves as her only company, and noon is nearly upon her as she finally leaves the Valley behind, crossing the scent borders and stepping out of the kingdom.
The river twists and turns as it flows towards the Amazon jungle, and Cress follows it as it continues southwest. It is early afternoon when the towering trees of the Jungle rise up on the horizon, and Cress, now moving at a comfortable jog, takes in the glorious sight. A rainforest; seemingly there at random, but beautiful and mysterious all at once. She comes to a halt about a hundred feet away from the border of the kingdom, knowing that she’s fully visible against the landscape surrounding the Jungle. She will meet their queen and their diplomats here, in neutral ground, rather than risking crossing the border by mistake and being labeled an invader.
She knows that there is a river that runs through the Valley and leads the way to the Amazons, so she finds it and swiftly heads west, her long legs carrying her effortlessly over the ground. It takes several hours to travel around the side of the mountain with the rhythmic pounding of her hooves as her only company, and noon is nearly upon her as she finally leaves the Valley behind, crossing the scent borders and stepping out of the kingdom.
The river twists and turns as it flows towards the Amazon jungle, and Cress follows it as it continues southwest. It is early afternoon when the towering trees of the Jungle rise up on the horizon, and Cress, now moving at a comfortable jog, takes in the glorious sight. A rainforest; seemingly there at random, but beautiful and mysterious all at once. She comes to a halt about a hundred feet away from the border of the kingdom, knowing that she’s fully visible against the landscape surrounding the Jungle. She will meet their queen and their diplomats here, in neutral ground, rather than risking crossing the border by mistake and being labeled an invader.