08-15-2016, 09:18 PM
the dead are gone, and the living are hungry.
She’s roaming outside of the Jungle today, trying to track down a particularly annoying member of the Jungle - her sister.
Larken has been avoiding her lately, spending her days traipsing around outside of the Jungle and trying to escape any small bit of responsibility that Lexa throws her way. Lexa kind of understands. Larken’s life, not including her trip to the Chamber, has been free and easy up until this point, her days spent wandering the Jungle and occasionally testing out her abilities on the kingdom’s foliage. To have her big sister waltz in with her new crown and start trying to change the way her life has been … well, Lexa can see how it would be a bit rankling. But, she can’t afford to have her sister doing nothing. The Jungle is weaker nowadays, and they need everyone to pull their weight.
She can’t find the damnable girl anywhere at the moment though, and she’s making one last ditch search through the adoption den. She’s not exactly expecting to find Larken here … but there’s always that remote chance that Larken might think she’s being tricky by hiding in the last place anyone would expect her to be.
She sighs quietly as she crosses the border into the little territory, brown eyes peeled for any sign of her sister. It becomes quickly apparent though that her sister is not here, and she is about to turn around and head back to the Jungle, when the soft, pitiful cry of a young child reaches her ears. And in the den, there’s only one reason for a child to be here …
She can’t help but follow the cry, and within moments she discovers the child. She is surprised to see that another has beaten her there (she hadn’t caught the scent of anyone else in the den) but she can’t help but approach them still. She wants to make sure the foal is ok.
“Hello.” She lets out a soft nicker, so as to not surprise the pair by her approach. She nods in greeting to the mare (clearly not a relatively to the foal, both by appearance and scent), catching a whiff of the Falls. Friends still, she hopes. “Is the child alright?” She takes a few steps forward, head bending down to look at the little bundle in the grass. It’s a little filly, dark as pitch. Her voice lowers, soft. “Hello there. What’s your name? I’m Lexa.”
Larken has been avoiding her lately, spending her days traipsing around outside of the Jungle and trying to escape any small bit of responsibility that Lexa throws her way. Lexa kind of understands. Larken’s life, not including her trip to the Chamber, has been free and easy up until this point, her days spent wandering the Jungle and occasionally testing out her abilities on the kingdom’s foliage. To have her big sister waltz in with her new crown and start trying to change the way her life has been … well, Lexa can see how it would be a bit rankling. But, she can’t afford to have her sister doing nothing. The Jungle is weaker nowadays, and they need everyone to pull their weight.
She can’t find the damnable girl anywhere at the moment though, and she’s making one last ditch search through the adoption den. She’s not exactly expecting to find Larken here … but there’s always that remote chance that Larken might think she’s being tricky by hiding in the last place anyone would expect her to be.
She sighs quietly as she crosses the border into the little territory, brown eyes peeled for any sign of her sister. It becomes quickly apparent though that her sister is not here, and she is about to turn around and head back to the Jungle, when the soft, pitiful cry of a young child reaches her ears. And in the den, there’s only one reason for a child to be here …
She can’t help but follow the cry, and within moments she discovers the child. She is surprised to see that another has beaten her there (she hadn’t caught the scent of anyone else in the den) but she can’t help but approach them still. She wants to make sure the foal is ok.
“Hello.” She lets out a soft nicker, so as to not surprise the pair by her approach. She nods in greeting to the mare (clearly not a relatively to the foal, both by appearance and scent), catching a whiff of the Falls. Friends still, she hopes. “Is the child alright?” She takes a few steps forward, head bending down to look at the little bundle in the grass. It’s a little filly, dark as pitch. Her voice lowers, soft. “Hello there. What’s your name? I’m Lexa.”
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