So, the big bowl of fire might have bit Pip’s stomach with its reach, but that fact alone had done little to divert the babe’s attention from its existence. Surely, this was why her sire had never allowed their ventures to pass through the red sands, knowing that his daughter was more keen an adventurer than her dulcet demeanor often let on. The visage of the great, natural spectacle had clung to the fringes of her thoughts, to such a degree that, in a matter of days after leaving the pony warrior at this very locale, she has returned.

Her pouch of healing leaves is again restored, though this time in a more hurried fashion than the last; rather than fragrant sage and flower leaves, she’s chosen much more humble birch and oak leaves for this adventure, and, also unlike her previous potpourri pouch of materials, much more recently gathered. That simple brown thing bounces against her breast as she arrives among the group already here, her pale green eyes narrowing contemptuously at only one among the party.

Toulouse, the Ant Queen murderer! That he had been pivotal in saving her mother’s life was the only reason she didn’t blatantly spit at his hooves.

There are others here, however, and so her expression softens, roving from the contemptuous, slender man to a strong, warrior-like pegasus. The men ask questions, which make the filly giggle (always so serious, the adults, worrying about everything when, maybe, the fire cheetah was just magic, and they were being lumps on a log for nothing), while Amaris, the dragon woman Maude had met alongside a fairy, asks a more open minded question. Its towards the imposing, scaled female that the filly meanders, having such disgust in her heart for Toulouse’s prior actions that she cannot bare to be near to him, and, though she is sure the big, buff looking fellow is nice, she also doesn’t know him. Not that she really knows Amaris, either…

"They all think its something other than just a fire cheetah," whispers the maiden to her new friend, the golden dragon, with another small giggle to show just how foolish she thinks they are both being; lifting her voice as she continues, she believes she has the best question of all, a rather serious scowl marking her otherwise youthful face, "and that something you need isn’t going to cost someone else their vitality, is it?"

Because she certainly won’t be duped into appeasing a bunch of gluttonous jerks again, as she had with the spiders.


[ OOC: Maude has no personal boundaries and proceeds to stand with Amaris. ;D She also glares at Toulou because she knows you helped kill the pretty ant Lou she knows ]