07-15-2015, 12:45 PM
and when I breathed, my breath was lightning
The monkies around here weren’t always so friendly. They did typically keep away, but it wasn’t entirely unheard of for a group of them to gang up on an unsuspecting, weaker horse. It was probably a good thing the Amazonians didn’t exactly attract weak anything. But of the course, the Jungle was no easy place to live. At least, not until you got used to it. Now, Rhy almost found that open land was disconcerting. She felt vulnerable (well, as vulnerable as anyone with her slew of traits could feel) when there were no trees and vines covering her in every direction (including up).
Despite Rhy’s best attempts to be quiet, the girl is not and the ape goes scampering away. Rhy can’t help but chuckle at it slightly, and how quickly it took to the girl. She could only be an Amazonian to have such a quick friend in the primates. “It was picking bugs out of your mane. And eating them.” Rhy says, as if this is endlessly normally. And well, it is, when you live in the Jungle. The monkey’s are always grooming themselves, though rarely do they do so with the horses.
“I’m Rhy,” she offers next. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Sarkis. What have you been up to, other than playing with monkey’s?” The girl seems too at home not to belong to one of the other mares, though Rhy doesn’t know yet that that mare is Scorch. Not that such knowledge would change Rhy’s behavior in any way. An Amazonian is an Amazonian, and a foal is a foal, and she treats them all the same. With respect and kindness, because Rhy cannot really fathom any other way.
Despite Rhy’s best attempts to be quiet, the girl is not and the ape goes scampering away. Rhy can’t help but chuckle at it slightly, and how quickly it took to the girl. She could only be an Amazonian to have such a quick friend in the primates. “It was picking bugs out of your mane. And eating them.” Rhy says, as if this is endlessly normally. And well, it is, when you live in the Jungle. The monkey’s are always grooming themselves, though rarely do they do so with the horses.
“I’m Rhy,” she offers next. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Sarkis. What have you been up to, other than playing with monkey’s?” The girl seems too at home not to belong to one of the other mares, though Rhy doesn’t know yet that that mare is Scorch. Not that such knowledge would change Rhy’s behavior in any way. An Amazonian is an Amazonian, and a foal is a foal, and she treats them all the same. With respect and kindness, because Rhy cannot really fathom any other way.
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the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
