She'd been gone for much longer than she had ever planned to be. She couldn't even remember half of the places she'd traveled while she was away and, honestly, it didn't really matter. Her brightly colored wings flap slowly as she glides across the kingdoms. She is so small and insignificant that she doubts anyone would pay her any mind at all. As she moves she can see that many of the kingdoms have recently been through some major destruction, though the sight that strikes her the hardest is the new growth in the Amazons after a very apparent fire incident. She couldn't imagine what could be strong enough to burn the Jungle to the very ground, but she has a feeling some sort of Magic was involved - it has had always been the culprit in the past.
She does not stop at her old Jungle home and instead continues past. There were few there who would even know who she was and those that had last lived there had already voiced their concerns about her lack of attendance. Her wings bring her further and further away from the kingdoms and the adjoined herdlands that fell outside their range and instead carried her to somewhere that required much less commitment - something she lacked greatly these last many visits to Beqanna.
She spots a forest below and glides down slowly. She can see the Meadow in the far distance, but she does not wish to be out in the open today. She's not sure what she expects from this land right now and only knew that, for some reason, she had felt its draw for the last few weeks and she'd finally caved to its will. She lands neatly among the branches of a tree before hopping her way down the the forest floor. It is only once she'd reached the soft ground below did she transform. Gone was the colorful feathers and bright red chest of the quetzal and in its place stood a bay and white overo mare. Her ears flicked lightly on top of her head as she took in the sounds around her. They weren't quite exotic as the jungle creatures she had once been accustomed to, but they would do - for now.
She does not stop at her old Jungle home and instead continues past. There were few there who would even know who she was and those that had last lived there had already voiced their concerns about her lack of attendance. Her wings bring her further and further away from the kingdoms and the adjoined herdlands that fell outside their range and instead carried her to somewhere that required much less commitment - something she lacked greatly these last many visits to Beqanna.
She spots a forest below and glides down slowly. She can see the Meadow in the far distance, but she does not wish to be out in the open today. She's not sure what she expects from this land right now and only knew that, for some reason, she had felt its draw for the last few weeks and she'd finally caved to its will. She lands neatly among the branches of a tree before hopping her way down the the forest floor. It is only once she'd reached the soft ground below did she transform. Gone was the colorful feathers and bright red chest of the quetzal and in its place stood a bay and white overo mare. Her ears flicked lightly on top of her head as she took in the sounds around her. They weren't quite exotic as the jungle creatures she had once been accustomed to, but they would do - for now.
Malka
Immortal, Quetzal-shifting
Mare of nowhere
Mare of nowhere
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