For once the little green girl was out in the open. She didn’t often spend copious amounts of time in some of the larger clearings of the jungle, especially one that was located close to the border. But there was a grove of bacuri trees which had finally ripened and several of the green fruit littered the earth beneath the overhanging branches.
She enjoyed this location occasionally as it was large enough for her to fully stretch her legs and enjoy a good run-through. The jungle was often cramped with plant life scrambling for space and it wasn’t really the place to gallop about everywhere. She was prone to careful and silent steps – no alerting of predators or of the jungle-women whom she shared her home with.
Lucetta has noticed an influx of strangers to the jungle lately. She remained completely ignorant to the fact that there was unrest and confrontations occurring throughout the rest of Beqanna. She has never left the safe haven that the jungle has provided her in all of her life. But she continued to live isolated and alone from the others as Kagerou’s demands remained deeply ingrained within her even long after the clouded mare’s death.
Her only companion continued to be the little margay cub she had found and rescued. Namir had decided to take his midday nap curled up tightly upon her back. He often enjoyed this method of travel as she tended to never linger too long in one place. The green girl had realized that if she was constantly on the move, then there would be less chance of her being spotted.
So far she’s only slipped once.
But the young girl had been merely excited for the idea of potential playmate and not wary of what an unseen stranger could mean for the security of her fellow jungle-women. But, of course, the green girl posed absolutely no threat to their tribe. She was a wandering soul made up of the black earth and the murky waters and the flourishing greenery that was the jungle trademark.
A faint rustling from the thick undergrowth awakens Namir and he releases a warning growl to the green girl.
But it is far too late.
Startled, fearful hazel eyes glance upwards and meet the gray warrior mare’s.
She wondered if it was too late to still make a run for it