08-16-2016, 07:10 PM
i don't love you;
but i always will.
Riva has taken the oath, but other decisions lie on the horizon for her --
She will have to decide on a caste, a path to travel down for all her days in the Jungle (may they be many!). War? Peace? The potential for either lies inside her but she leans towards peace, if only because her tongue is far sharper than her hooves and teeth. She is thinking heavily upon this, as the scent of the North invades her nostrils, sharp and icy.
Visitors!
There is a big black stallion in their midst, and she knows him to be the Tundra King. Funny, she advocated for an alliance with them and here they are! He is trailed by two mares; not surprising, he has opened their ranks to them and offered them opportunity and chance equal to that of the former bachelors that called the frozen North their home. She is curious how well received that change is within his kingdom, thinks to ask him but maybe later, diplomacy staying her usually blunt tongue for the moment. Besides, the Queen is there and Riva is merely there to even out the odds for this diplomatic visit.
Besides Lexa, they are all given over to quietly waiting. Not a one of them utters a name or a hello, not even the bay tovero as she stands just off to the side of her Queen. Consider it sisterly support, or maybe frank curiosity as she looks between the black and palomino mares that have accompanied them - he is smart to bring mares and not stallions, though surely he has a few that are more diplomatic than warmongers. That, she finds curious too, but also thinks it a sign of respect that he does not trespass their lands with a band of bachelors in tow that would incite the ire of most of them there. Maybe that is why no one else in the Amazons has bothered to come forth and join Lexa.
Either way, Riva is there and for once, quiet.
Isn’t it amazing?Riva