Still sore with her broken ankle, Fallon chooses not to stray too far from the den she shared with Violarum. Though now that the lacerations began to close over and her bruises disappear, the lithe figurine decides that she may as well see more of what the Mire has to offer.

She quite enjoys the muck and the grime of Ecrosia -- she enjoyed disguising her scent and running amuck as an invisible sprite, causing mischief wherever she went.

Hobbling through the undergrowth, Fallon is pleased to find herself lathered in the mud of the Mire, relishing the squelching between her toes as she traipses through. She wishes to know more of the pridelands and to perhaps meet more of its inhabitants.

Crouched low in her pocket of gnarled roots, hidden, Fallon waits to see who might stumble by.

@Ghyslaine

Ghyslaine

She couldn't deny that she had loosely followed he friends scent towards the direction of his den, and there was a new scent there too. She remembered that Violarum had mentioned a lioness- a Fallon, whom he had fallen in love with, but Ghyslaine had yet to meet her. She had seen the lioness at the pride-meeting, but hadn't taken time to delay their king by introducing herself to her.

If this lioness was the one that Violarum had chosen, then Ghyslaine was rather determined to befriend her as well. Violarum had somehow become Ghyslaine's best friend, so perhaps she could be friends with his mate as well.

She quietly moves, pausing finally as she's close to the den but doesn't want to intrude. A soft chuff of greeting leaves her, and she figures if no one answers her, she will just leave- she definitely doesn't want to interrupt if the pair are... occupied with whatever they could possibly be doing. Of course, they could not be home, and could be off attending to whatever they had to do- a soft chuff of greeting wouldn't hurt her- if it ended up being fruitless. So she would pause, and see if anyone answered her.

@Fallon

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Crouched low, Fallon watches and waits as an unsuspecting @Ghyslaine arrives to the mouth of the den she now shared with her husband. Fallon too, had seen glimpses of this daisy-hued woman out and about -- she had appeared rather comfortable with @Violarum at the meeting Alaric had called quite recently.

Truth be told, Fallon is still feeling out the vibe of the other Mire inhabitants. Thus far, she has found the other men creepy and is yet to meet any of the Ecrosia women. A part of her pangs within as she thinks about how she would have reported back to Fálki and the pair would have laughed about the weirdness together.

Or at least as much as the Sigrun could afford to laugh.

But she was determined to make some new friends or allies -- whichever came first. Finding an opportune moment to play a game, the grey figurine presses herself deeper into the thicket in which she hid, managing a small whisper to the Mire woman, hoping to give Ghyslaine a bit of a fright.

"Who are you?" Fallon asks, audible but not yet visible.

Ghyslaine

She stands there, letting moments pass by after she softly chuffs. She's nearly ready to leave, to come back later- when she hears a whispered. 'Who are you?'

She wanted to jump, and though her fur prickled, and her tail twitched warily, she found herself answering the voice. "Ghyslaine. Who are you?" She asked, her claws digging into the earth so that if the voice decided to attack, she was prepared to hold her ground before defending herself.

She had to give whomever, or whatever it was perks for being rather scary. After she met Kito, the specter had opened her eyes to the fact that other types of lions and beings roamed the world. Perhaps this being was one of them?

@Fallon

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"Maybe a figment of your imagination, @Ghyslaine," she responds without missing a beat, remaining tucked away out of sight -- lathered in her muddied disguise. "Have you been feeling yourself lately?" She is unsure how long she can play this game with the woman but Fallon has always been a fan of pushing the boundaries. But this would be a good indicator of what sort of a being Violarum's friend was. Would she take kindly to these games or would she grow tired quickly? How far could Fallon push and how well would it be received?

The Salem woman had no doubt that she was about to find out.

Ghyslaine

Maybe a figment of your imagination? Ghyslaine cringed slightly, and blinked. Maybe the voice was? Perhaps she had finally lost her mind. She blinked again and frowned. She hadn’t been feeling herself since the war.

“I mean...I thought I was..” She replied, slowly. She thought that she was doing better. Her tail flicked uneasily as she sniffed the air again. Surely this wasn’t a ghost or of her imagination...

“ So are Violarum and his lioness Fallon not home then?” She asked the ghost or imagination figment. Trying to stay on track as to why she was there and what she wanted.

“Are you a ghost?”

@Fallon

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"I'm home," she states matter of factly as Fallon stands tall, no longer hidden amongst the shrubbery, shooting @Ghyslaine a small smile as she does so. She steps forward then, closing the distance between herself and the sunflower woman, bright fuchsia gaze appraising the figurine with mild curiosity.

"My lion isn't home though," she adds as an afterthought, having noted the rather strange way the woman referred to her as Vio's lioness. Which she was. Still, the proud nature within her wouldn't allow for that to be unnoticed. Violarum was just as much her lion as she was his.

"What's happening?" she asks, coming to sit primly on well muscled haunches, eager to find out more about someone that her husband was quite close to. What was her story?

Ghyslaine

She flinches only slightly, as a lioness stood. Of course it wasn’t a ghost.

She studies her, for a moment, with a friendly smile on her jaws. There is a smile on the lioness’s maw, and Ghyslaine felt more comfortable and less intrusive. Fallon is larger than she, and gray and white with a pink nose- a pretty pink nose at that.

“Fallon?” She said slowly, almost hesitantly, but the scent matched the scent that lingered around her friend. “I’m Ghyslaine.... er, you know that already because I said that.” She finished rather awkwardly.

“Ah, well, meeting you was the point of my visit, anyway.” She said with a grin. “Nothings happening, I just wanted to come and say hello. Violarum told me about you and I wanted to meet you- the lioness who stole his heart.” She said with a warm grin.

“I really just wanted to say hi. And introduce myself, as well.”

@Fallon

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The lioness that stole his heart.

Was that what Violarum's many friends were tagging her as? Interesting. She didn't mind it all too much and would hope that it rang true. Inwardly, the charcoal woman would hope that it wasn't spoken with suspicion though she could take it regardless. Unlike this Gunnhildr character, Fallon embraced Violarum for who he was and would happy to live a fulfilling life as rogues as long as they were together.

"Nice to meet you," she responds, happy to consider @Ghyslaine a friend if Violarum considered her one.. though truth be told, he didn't seem the best at judging character. Maybe it might be worth spending some time with this one just to make sure everything was as it should be. "Would you mind showing me around?" Fallon had already scouted far and wide as was in her nature. She merely wished to spend some more time with her counterpart.

Exit Fallon with Ghys?

Ghyslaine

She smiled at @Fallon , and studied her silently, happy to get to know the lioness that Violarum was so fond of. When Fallon replies politely, Ghyslaine beams at her, and nods. “Likewise. I’ve been excited to meet you.” She said- and she had since Vio had told her about his wife. So when Fallon asks if Ghys would show her around, the wheaten lioness jumps at the opportunity to get to know her- and share their home with her.

“Of course! Let me show you my favorite view.” She said, intending to show the other lioness, the spot she often sat and studied the crashing waves of the ocean- one of the Mire’s best kept secrets in her opinion.

-exit Ghyslaine with Fallon-

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