09-01-2016, 03:07 PM
Riva follows the mare’s gaze to the scarlet macaw; they are truly beautiful birds, and sometimes parrot the mares in the Jungle. She has heard her name thrown back at her like a squawking echo from the mouth of the more common blue and gold macaws. But she tears her gaze back to the black tobiano as she talks of home, and this being the only place that she has ever known. Riva is faintly envious of that; she has never known the likes of permanence that a home can bring one, or how it can nestle deep inside the heart. The only things that ever nestled inside her heart had been bitterness and hate, and even those things are slowly losing out to the sisters and the way the land enfolds them in its lushness.
If anything could ever start to feel like home for her, it is here.
With them, all of them - old and new, sisters one and the same.
“A pleasure Nayl, I’m Riva.” and she’s not her usual feisty self, somehow more subdued as they look from the macaw to one another. Curiosity though, is ever present in her, beating like a second heart. “How long has it been since you were last here?” The upwell of emotion in the other’s voice had caught at Riva, tangled itself up in her ears until she had to sort out and marvel at the way the Jungle could be so heartfelt in its binding to their very selves. If she had to ask her own self that question, she could truthfully say that even for her, it was beginning to look a lot like home. Especially now that she had taken the oath, she could taste the permanence of her actions and it had never tasted sweeter than as if she had sipped honey-water from the gods’ own cup.
“It stays with you, doesn’t it?” she observes casually, as her eyes turn back out to the ever thickening expanse of green, the shades of which no two were ever alike.
If anything could ever start to feel like home for her, it is here.
With them, all of them - old and new, sisters one and the same.
“A pleasure Nayl, I’m Riva.” and she’s not her usual feisty self, somehow more subdued as they look from the macaw to one another. Curiosity though, is ever present in her, beating like a second heart. “How long has it been since you were last here?” The upwell of emotion in the other’s voice had caught at Riva, tangled itself up in her ears until she had to sort out and marvel at the way the Jungle could be so heartfelt in its binding to their very selves. If she had to ask her own self that question, she could truthfully say that even for her, it was beginning to look a lot like home. Especially now that she had taken the oath, she could taste the permanence of her actions and it had never tasted sweeter than as if she had sipped honey-water from the gods’ own cup.
“It stays with you, doesn’t it?” she observes casually, as her eyes turn back out to the ever thickening expanse of green, the shades of which no two were ever alike.