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Ghyslaine had taken on a new attempt at training and strengthening herself. Tree climbing. She was horrible at it- actually, but it required an intense use of skill and the fact that she was so small helped her, in some cases.
She'd been climbing up a tree on the border, until she managed to find a thick branch to rest upon. It was going well, she thought, until she scented another- and heard them approaching. She tilted her head just slightly as she realized she recognized that scent. Zelda?
She craned her head over the branch to see the gray lioness as she approached- and sure enough it was Zelda. Her claws dug into the branch, while her muscles strained from the effort of holding her there as she studied her. She was just about to speak from the tree when the thick portion of bark her front claws were dug into broke off.
Suddenly she was falling. To her, it seemed like hours passed as she raced towards the earth, when in reality it was probably a second or two. She landed on the frozen earth with a splat, and a groan left her, as she stared up at the trees ahead- before whispering. "Hi Zelda." She winced and groaned as she lay there on the frozen earth.
Shit.
"I am a pretty lady,"
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"So the mire huh? Who brought you here?" She asked conversationally, wondering how exactly @Zelda had made it here. It was ironic, to Ghyslaine that she ended up in the same pride as the other lioness- when she was one of the first lionesses that Ghys had met here.
"How've you been? Have you found your friend again?" She followed up, with another question- curious to see how the other lioness had been getting along.
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Zelda answered her question about her welfare, and about her friend- and Ghyslaine nodded along. She was glad to see the gray hued lioness, glad to see that she had made it safely and in a seemingly good condition. Zelda posed the question- asking Ghyslaine how she had got here, and she couldn’t help the bemused grin on her face.
So as she stretched out a leg in front of her, letting the stretch hold for a moment before swapping to the either leg, she spoke. ”Violarum brought me here.” She didn’t go into the whole thing about him claiming her and her arguing that she wasn’t claimed but had chosen to go with him- she didn’t much see the point in thinking about that today.
”Are you liking the Mire so far?” A fair question, as far as Ghys was concerned. To be perfectly honest, the wheaten lioness hadn’t really cared for the Mire at first. She wondered if Zelda felt the same.
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When Ghyslaine mentioned that Violarum had brought her, Zelda seemed to know her friend. She almost rolled her eyes. Didn’t everyone know the clay colored brute? Curiously, she would ask, “How did you meet Violarum?” She was honestly surprised that the gray lioness hadn’t said she hadn’t come because of Violarum.
About the Mire itself, she couldn’t help but have an agreeable nod. It was rather disgusting here. The mud clung to her all the time. “The mud- the mud is absolutely horrible.” She said with a disgusted sort of frown. “It always sticks to me and I feel like I’m never clean.” A disgusted frown, and a snarl of disgust leaves her. But Zelda is right, there are a lot of trees- even if Ghyslaine sucked at climbing them. She shot the tree she’d fallen out of a rueful sort of glance over her shoulder, and sighed. “Do you climb a lot?”
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That would be considered a great blessing to not know who or what Ronin was. So far, aside from the muck of the mire, he was the next worse thing until he showed otherwise. That was the benefit of Ronin being a living and breathing entity who could have thoughts -- he could actually fix his issue but the Mire could not choose to be anything else. Violarum, on the other paw, had at least shown promise and had given her a brief glimpse into who he was as a male. A little dense and show-boaty but it only went to show that he was much younger than most males she had met. He... helped get my foot out when I had accidentally wedged it in between some rocks. Even if her brain enunciated the word "accidentally", she was careful not to express that out loud. The last thing she wanted was folks realizing that sometimes she did things to get attention or a reaction. Me? Definitely. Climbing was half the fun sometimes and it was a skill that she would likely in the near future implore @Ghyslaine to learn how to do and do well. You would be amazed what all you can see and hear when you're under the cover of the canopy. She winked, hoping to instill some good advice to the wheat-coated lioness. If she had learned anything growing up was that information was key whether it was useful or not. |
But ah, back to climbing! Despite her recent fall moments ago, Ghyslaine was determined to one day get good at this climbing thing. It was mostly that she just had so little experience with it. In her homeland, they hadn’t grown up climbing. The trees had been to tall, the branches too high from the ground. The piney sort of tress on the edge of their prairie type land hadn’t been good for climbing.
She listens carefully to Zelda’s words, and nods thoughtfully. “Have you climbed since you were a cub or is this a new skill you’ve come to enjoy?” An honest question, and a curious one.