Reunited [Base Camp]

Sheba What a beautiful day to be alive and traipsing through the jungle, she thought, and for once the sentiment was not tinged with bitterness. After establishing that she was quite the opposite of dead in this strange new place, the first thing that Sheba had done was decide to get her bearings and find shelter. After all, what good was her pretty face if some vicious thing out there attacked her and gnawed it into a gaping skull? Not much, that was certain. (Also, what a horrible way to die—she’d much prefer to leave a beautiful corpse, now that it was once again an option). Despite everything that had happened (or perhaps because of it), Sheba was in remarkably good spirits. She was not fond of the rainforest, but she was rather enjoying the use of her proper body once more. In fact, she almost felt younger than she had before the curse, and it was making her positively giddy. To add to her happiness, Minou was unusually quiet, stumbling drunkenly along somewhere behind her. The events of the day had not agreed with him, she surmised, but as she found the young ocelot fairly annoying, she paid him little mind and enjoyed the sensation of his muted presence. As she floated along, she kept close to the edge of the treeline. The shrubbery looked dense, and Sheba had no desire to go sticking her nose into strange places without good reason. That was, until: “HELLO! IS ANYONE OUT THERE? ANYONE FROM THE EDGE? THE BASIN? EVEN THE THROAT?” A mare’s voice shattered the silence from somewhere within the canopy, and the ghostly mare’s ears tilted towards the sound. How foolish, she mused; that strategy might attract others, but it surely would attract predators as well. Still…she paused at the edge of the jungle, considering. It was not safe to be alone in an unfamiliar place, and the source of the noise was worth investigating. There was a possibility of entrapment, to be sure, but she was confident in her ability to move closer without being detected and slip away quickly if necessary. And so, she made her way deeper into the trees. It was not long before she came upon what she assumed to be the caller. A small group had gathered in a riverbed—she could hear two mares and a filly—and seemed to be conversing civilly. She did not recognize their voices, but from the summons, she guessed that they were Helovians. Still, she hung back, concealed almost entirely by the thick jungle. Her view was obscured, but she waited, unwilling to reveal herself until she deemed such a course of action useful. "talk talk talk" some killer queen you are

Coding base by Tamme | Image by Shady