You and I We're Pioneers [Lexa&Amazons]

[Rhaelle]

Rhaelle

She felt like she'd been gone for so long, but in reality she'd only been travels outside Beqanna for a few days. She had a tendecy to grow restless. Taking some time to travel, Rhaelle had returned to Beqanna, having made the decision to join a kingdom. She'd been alone for so long that now she felt it was time to find a home. Stepping up to the border of the amazon's territory, Rhaelle made her presence known. She was not exactly had to notice with her wiolet coat and simple beauty, but it was not like they'd simply sense her and she had no idea how to find them other than go to their home. She appreciated what they all stood for and the strong unit they were together and for Rhaelle that sense of independence but unity attracted her. She did not wish to settle down with a mate or a  herd where she'd live out her days simply wandering about dumbly and birthing foal after foal. She was meant for a job, a purpose and everything else could come later, she wasn't quite past her years. As the time ticked away Rhaelle began exploring the abundant foliage and the exotic terrain about her. She could grow accustomed to such a place and its climate suited her well. Even if the amazons didn't want her she would probably take up somewhere within the large territory, exploring on her own until she made up her mind on her next decision. Just when she thought she might have to surge further into the territory she heard the sound of steps approaching and raising her head, her eyes sought out who her new companion was.

[riva]

i don't love you;

but i always will.

“It probably isn’t wise to go poking about in the Jungle if you’re unfamiliar with it.”

A nose pokes out of a bush; the lips that shape such a statement are clearly stained from the juice of the berries that Riva has been experimentally tasting. Obviously, she has not dropped dead much to the entire world’s chagrin, she’s sure. Instead, she is as hale as a horse ought to be and has taken a break from her berry-munching to follow the path of the violet mare through the Jungle.

At some point, the bay tovero is certain that she will have to address the finer points of why it is not so wise to go a-wandering through the Jungle without an escort. Common sense says explore, but do so safely, and probably not when you are as purple as some of the more exotic flowers that blossom in the hot fetid heart of the Jungle. It is a hue that seems to draw the attention of many to it, and the mare sticks out amongst all the wonderfully and vibrantly green vegetation like a sore thumb. Riva can only shake her head after having pulled her nose back from the bush’s evil clutches, only to barrel through that same bush mere moments later and pull up short next to the violet mare.

“It’s not exactly safe y’know,” she adds, trying to be a little less… well, rude.

Riva gave the mare a cockeyed grin, which is a good attempt on Riva’s part to appear friendly enough.

Riva

[Lexa]

the dead are gone, and the living are hungry.

She’s in quite a good mood this morning. The Jungle has been on even more of an upswing these past few months, drawing in sisters (both new and old) like it hasn’t in a very long time. Their ranks are beginning to look quite respectable and, with time and a little more activity, they could potentially reach the Tundra in terms of power.

They aren’t there yet though, and only time will tell if they are able to make it. For now, she has her own work to do.

A faint scent catches her nose, and her head perks up immediately. A mare. A foreign mare, to be exact.

She starts forcing aside the bush, brown eyes straining through the foliage to catch a glimpse of the stranger. She’s only gone a few steps however before another scent reaches her nose, this time a familiar one. Riva. A smile crosses her lips at the thought of the ornery painted mare. She’s grown rather fond of the mare and her … candor.

She continues through the brush, pushing aside vines and tree limbs, until finally she can see Riva’s painted behind deeper in the Jungle. She pushes past one last stubborn bush, and slips in beside her sister, giving a Riva a friendly nudge on the shoulder before turning to face the newcomer.

The mare is an unusually coloured one, which in itself is not so unusual these days. Only a few days before Lexa had helped Celaena bring a lurid pink mare into the Jungle. This mare’s colour is practically plain in comparison, thank god. Otherwise though, the mare seems ordinary enough, besides her lack of consideration for the border (which, admittedly, rankles Lexa just a little bit). She stares down the mare, cocking her dark head to the side. “What brings you to the Jungle?” Just in case, she grabs hold of the carbon in the earth, readying herself for an emergency. She doesn’t think she’ll need it, but it doesn’t hurt to be careful.

lexa