The sultriness of the boscage was not Serafina's chosen cup of tea. While the atmosphere was moist and tropical, the auburn angel was much more of a cool climate kind of creature. That is not to say she found the jungle all together inhospitable but it would take the kitten time to be able to call her new place of residence 'home' with the same pride that Freya so clearly displayed. To her goddess companion, this may very well have been her paradise but the concept of Eden differed for the sun stroked angel. Her likely pigmented leader's satisfaction was clear in the purr of her words and though the angel appreciated her honesty, she is not entirely reassured. Serafina had wanted to become a certain sort of ethereal incognito to haunt the horizons of the jaded jungle, she enjoyed the idea of becoming an obscure figure to sweep in, cause chaos and easily disappear before anyone noticed what had occurred - that sense of mystery was now lost to her. And yet, the female's skull bobbed slightly as if to show her companion that her encouragement had been effective.
The kitten hardly had been given a chance to continue to absorb her surrounding foliage before a creature shifted in the obscurity to catch the sun kissed equine's attention. Her delicate nape shifted to allow her optics to permeate the umbrage as if she could see through the very darkness that absorbed the equine just beyond their congregation, she observed the threads of ebony creep forward like spiders towards her obsidian flints and yet the angel remained statuesque. Her gaze remained intense as if she was un-phased by this new display of authority of the darker elements. Instead her chiseled cranium rose but slightly in an elegant manner as though she were defiant of the stealthy fingers of gloom. A melody emits from the confines of the obscurity and the buckskin kitten's audits flicker but slightly in response. She regarded the secretive specter's proclamation as an obscured ill omen and yet the feminine creature welcomes her presence. The angel is tempted to remain voiceless though easily concludes this would be considered as an insult and so Serafina's oneiric voice rings,
"I am glad the jungle is so very welcoming."
Her charcoal tinged orbs continued to stare neutrally into the obscurity, eying the creeping spider webs of darkness. If acceptance was what this fellow Valkyrie was intending she had failed, the angel hardly felt welcomed and if this menacing sounding equine was what the Jungle had to offer she couldn't wait to see what else it had in store. Fortunately the bronze kitten hardly had to wait long before a crashing disturbance caught her attention. This ivory creature before her was the very definition of chaos and Serafina eyed the bumbling equine with mild inquisitiveness. Her gender was always so fair and graceful and so she found it almost peculiar that to find one of her own so…maladroit. The alabaster creature's very words were a mesh of calamity and Serafina observed how easily her congregation's attention snapped to this new presence and then angel could easily conclude this must be the legendary Kitty she had heard so much of. The angel had been momentarily addressed once more as the new girl and the equine creature's voice one again echoes in a much softer and delicate tone.
"Hello."
Her towering pinnacles absorbe the response of her like colored guardian and Serafina notes her suspicions are confirmed. This chaotic creature was none other than ruler of the rebellious females - which now included herself. The tranquility of the situation had died a barbaric death by this point in time and so the brunette female is hardly astonished to sense the presence of another, yet somehow smaller creature. Her orbs remain vigilant as and they eagerly absorb the form of the child. Serafina is determined to drill the likeness of the group into her consciousness. However, the kitten is astonished to note that the boyish child should happen to be the babe of the seemingly irresponsible ashen female. Her skull tilts intriguingly and she momentarily wonders the story behind the babe's contraception. The juvenile steps forth with enthusiasm to greet them and once the painted goddess responds, Serafina takes the opportunity to announce her name to them all - wishing to no longer be called 'the new girl'.
"Hello Eriant. I am Serafina."
