06-04-2015, 08:40 PM
When compared to a lineage like Nayl’s, Ephrelle’s ancestral devotion to the Jungle is sorely lacking. There are those that had sworn themselves to the sisterhood, but a half-dozen generations have passed since then, all of them loyal to other kingdoms. Ephrelle is a fresh start, the first since Prague in her particular branch, but that makes her no less of an Amazon than the girls that she trails after.
It hasn’t occurred to her to not follow Nayl; following Nayl is simply what Ephrelle does.
She has her own mind, of course, and is not slavishly devoted to the other girl. Still, there is something magnetic about Nayl, and Ephrelle enjoys being pulled along in the wake of whatever it is that Nayl is up to. Today it seems to be travel, and to a yearling that has never left the confines of the Jungle, the long journey that Nayl leads them on is positively thrilling. She can feel the loud beating of her own heart (accompanied by the soft hum of the honeybee that rests on her own red blossom), and eagerly keeps pace with the other filly.
Though they are both smoky black and white, each is distinctively patterned in their own way. Rather than Nayl’s tobiano, Ephrelle is freckled with white, a varnish roan. More obviously though, Ephrelle is practically vibrating with energy despite her position standing slightly behind Nayl, and the curiosity with which she inspects the unfamiliar kingdom is entirely unfettered. She wonders what business Nayl has with this kingdom – it must be the Chamber, judging from the direction they’ve been walking and Ephrelle’s knowledge of geography. She doesn’t intend to interfere in whatever she has planned, only to watch and serve as her Sister’s companion.
It hasn’t occurred to her to not follow Nayl; following Nayl is simply what Ephrelle does.
She has her own mind, of course, and is not slavishly devoted to the other girl. Still, there is something magnetic about Nayl, and Ephrelle enjoys being pulled along in the wake of whatever it is that Nayl is up to. Today it seems to be travel, and to a yearling that has never left the confines of the Jungle, the long journey that Nayl leads them on is positively thrilling. She can feel the loud beating of her own heart (accompanied by the soft hum of the honeybee that rests on her own red blossom), and eagerly keeps pace with the other filly.
Though they are both smoky black and white, each is distinctively patterned in their own way. Rather than Nayl’s tobiano, Ephrelle is freckled with white, a varnish roan. More obviously though, Ephrelle is practically vibrating with energy despite her position standing slightly behind Nayl, and the curiosity with which she inspects the unfamiliar kingdom is entirely unfettered. She wonders what business Nayl has with this kingdom – it must be the Chamber, judging from the direction they’ve been walking and Ephrelle’s knowledge of geography. She doesn’t intend to interfere in whatever she has planned, only to watch and serve as her Sister’s companion.
ephrelle
of the amazons