Issa's Future in the Delta“...And that's how I learned you shouldn't lick trees,” Issa says, concluding a rather exhaustive tale. “My tongue was sooo swollen I could hardly talk for three days!”More Like This
Her companion and newest friend, a dark young zebra filly named Lamis, regards the princess curiously with large, doe-brown eyes. “That... was quite a story.”
Issa beams, proud to have been able to pass along some of her new found wisdom about trees, tree sap and the bugs that linger around such sap that have /really/ nasty stingers and do /not/ appreciate being licked up.
The two new friends are lounging in the shade of a large tree. In the distance, the striped figures of other zebras graze. A few call back and forth to one another, drawing the attention of the girls. “Is that your pride?” Issa asks.
The young zebra giggles. “Zebras don't live in prides, Issa. That's my herd.”
“Oh.” Issa gazes at the distant figures, frowning thoughtfully. “