Lonely from their years of humidity and quiet as the trees they came from ;;

She had only visited the Arbors on an off-chance, she had become slightly afraid that she was not succeeding in her roles, her duties. She knew that she was becoming bone-idle, that her activity was taking a turn for the worse, and she knew what would happen then, she would never get anywhere, she would become useless, she would accomplish nothing, inactivity was something she was guilty of, but not something she was proud of, and so it had come to her arrival in the Arbors, she was certainly no stranger to that place. She had met Meese, a young mare who already possessed a connection with the jungle, and so she had invited her here to find her mother.

Somehow they had separated, their paths had taken different directions, and upon realising that she had lost contact with Meese, she felt a wave of dread come over here, she was young and the jungle was a vast area, although she herself was not quite accustomed to the map of the jungle, she felt she knew it well enough, a call of her name in the distance reassures her somewhat that she has heard her voice, but also panics her, for fear that she has landed herself in some trouble.

She hurries to the spot where the call came from, and to her relief she sees that Meese is perfectly fine, if a little shaken from her ordeal, she also sees their queen, perhaps a little annoyed at Meese's panic and disruption of the jungle, but that was something she could not blame her for. She twists a smile onto her lips and approaches the pair, "Hello Meese.." She turns to Viriarus and nods politely, "Ma'am". She glances towards Meese once more, scanning her quickly for signs of hurt or pain, and thankfully finds nothing. "I'm sorry, it's my fault, I shouldn't have left you", she turns once more to her queen.

"I've brought Meese from the Arbors, she is that daughter of Kitty, I don't suppose you know of her whereabouts?"