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

The Jungle had shortly only just began to feel a little more homey to the light arab as she weaved in and out of sight through the overgrowth. She was deep in thought, mind racing and keeping her tracks occupied away from where she was heading. She thought of the progress of this realm, how her very first encounter of the lands was the overpowering of one mare, the queen of the lands. Yes, even before she could learn a name she was forced to watch the first encountered queen leave her home without a second to look back on it all. She felt responsible. Perhaps she could have changed the tides, stood up and responded to the whole ordeal, yet she hadn't and now Viriarus was queen. Not to oppose the way things turned, she would have to say this queen was something of a legend having retained her position twice in her lifetime, but something still didn't sit right. As she trudged through the brush burning much of her path with a light stride she had little warning to greet her, occupied by thoughts and her mindset, when she came upon the scene.

The voice of moose resonated first to meet her pins as she came to a halt, ridding her theories in place of her curiosity as she sautered slowly within distance to listen in just enough. The essence of the gathering was such a mixture of intriguing makes, and she could barely make out the figures counting a total of four creatures lurking beyond the foliage. One had to be the point of interest, his tiny figure of ebonite gaining the full attents of all that gathered around him. She had seen him only in passing when the previous queen relieved herself of duty, and even the scent of him was reminiscent of that very fae in her memories. Yet there stood, as well, a stallion carrying a scent that mingled with the colt's as well. This must have been...his father. This tiny foal could be deduced as the resigned queen's abandoned son, and immediately NicEssus let her soul go to him. How harmful this must have been to him, he was still so young and innocent, so much so that being left to his own devices was far too premature. She allowed herself to clear the last distance as she found her place beside Moose, the glow of her coat standing out against the greenery. She looked to this other, the stag, and questioned his presence not out of caution but out of need for awareness. Did this male know where this colt's mother was? Would he have come all this way to retrieve the colt for himself or to simply leave him amongst strangers? NicEssus was unsure, but she felt the need to volunteer something on her behalf.

You may not know me either, young one, but I am NicEssus. I arrived the day Viriarus took charge, and I must say I am sorry you were left alone. Understand we are here for you, whatever you need.

She mimicked her comrade in offering a smile, though gaze flitted between the colt and the stallion. She edged a form of caution with him of her own safety, she desired to be true of her intentions but felt they might cause something to fear in the end. He was powerful, much moreso than she, but she was not there for him...