Born to be a daredevil. (Any and all)

[Pharaon]

“All human wisdom is contained in these two words - Wait and Hope” -Alexandre Dumas Pharaon knew others would also approach the mare. It is rare for conversations to be quiet and crowds small in the Field. But as they all neared the gathering, a smile graced the little grey's lips, as always. The more the merrier, she believed. She was always in the mood to make new friends, so why not get to know the others that had come recruiting as well? Quorra from the Valley had already joined their party, Texas as well - whom Pharaon had met with her sister Prague on a diplomatic mission once prior.. Though he seemed rather irritated and may not actually remember her. Then came Erebor, who seemed very proper, thought Pharaon. The little grey nodded to each in turn before her eyes focused on the dark mare that drew her here. Dauntless she said before questioning Pharaon about her home. With delight radiating from her face, Pharaon's soft voice soft of her homeland. "The Jungle lies to the south of here, on the far edge of Beqanna. It is a beautiful place - vines, and flowers, and wild creatures. It's wonderfully hot there also. The sisters of the Amazons call it home." Pharaon's delicate head gestures toward the twisting vine and flower tattoo that climbs her foreleg. "Sworn sisters to the Jungle bear this tattoo. We are a family - not just a place to live. You're very welcome to come visit."