@Mirime would turn toward her again and Levana would give her a gentle smile, showing her that we had her attention, hearing the girls words, she would give a small chuckle, "You can have all the food you want." She offered up, ears swiveling to listen if anyone had any disagreements.
No fights in progress
@Mirime would turn toward her again and Levana would give her a gentle smile, showing her that we had her attention, hearing the girls words, she would give a small chuckle, "You can have all the food you want." She offered up, ears swiveling to listen if anyone had any disagreements.
A flick of an ear and attention is back upon her cousin, but before she could speak again the Firnen lioness had reappeared, this time holding prey between her jaws and dropping it next to the girl. Isla'a eyes narrow on her, whiskers twitching, eyes now shifting back down toward @Mirime. She had kept an ear on what the young girl was saying in return to the answers she were given, including informing her that Fernweh was now living in Scilla and she wasn't going to stay regardless if her mother had won it or not. But what she had said last was what seemed to be that last straw to break her back. "She will be leaving with me." It is not a threat for Isla was not afraid of any of the women here, and with the Brook being one of the three present the Heiress knew she wouldn't find any qualms from her.
"You will come back to Illyria and thrive under your great aunt Morrigan's rule. She and Talisa will be thrilled to see you." A sweep of her tail and another move in an attempt to try to usher Mirime away and begin the journey back to the snowcapped mountain. A distinct silent remark glinted in her mismatched gaze at the other two, as if telling them to try to pluck her kin away from her. Isla knew she still very much loathed the girl's mother, but it was not the children she was trying to banish - and this could be a step forward in righting that wrong.
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When the gray lioness spoke, and seemed to try to move to sweep the cub towards her- Aideen's focus fixated on @Isla ♔. "Maybe she don't wanna go with you. You can't just tell others what to do, like a bossy paw." She said, straightening and stepping towards her.
"She came here, she's old enough to decide!" She said firmly- claws kneading the earth.
Now more cubs—and endless amounts of food were more than enough to stir a giddiness out of the cub. A broad smile unfurled across her lips, paws dancing delightfully at the prospect of finally being able to rest and relax, and though it were not the Summit she'd grown up to know, she was certain she could start fresh successfully, to accomplish the very thing she said she didn't want. Perhaps all Miri wanted was to choose. For all her life, her fate had always been decided for her. Now, that part of her aching for independence also wanted a little slice of pettiness, to change her mind at the turn of the wind simply because she could.
As she opens her mouth to accept @Levana's proposition, @Isla ♔ suddenly cuts in, causing the rosy cub to turn her attention toward her cousin. Lips purse thoughtfully, though the downward turn of them cemented into a visible frown. Though all she had wanted was to return to the Summit, Mirime would not let herself be forced into it. Isla was her one-way ticket back to all she had ever known, but being told she would live under Morrigan and Talisa once more was suddenly not something she decided, and the appeal of the snow-capped peaks and endless billows of snow suddenly seemed far less appealing. Go away!
she hissed, her fluffy, cub-like fur puffing up in all the right places, making her appear twice as big. Even as Isla attempted to usher her away, Miri did her best to scramble back toward the comforting presence of Levana, and even @Aideen and @Analía. This lady is my mama now. She won't kick me out, and she'll feed me alllllll I want. No more 'Miri, stop gorging yourself on the cache' or 'Miri, you're gonna throw up if you eat that much'!
No more Mirime, your father is a traitor, and you'll never feel welcome here again.
Though the latter was more passive (clearly because of the alliance between Vermeda and Illyria, though Miri was too young to make that connection), the former was quick to come to her defense, much to Miri's delight. Yeah! I get to decide!
she echoes the yearling's sentiments, kitten claws outstretching from her paws and digging into the soft, sandy earth. You can take your mountain and shove it—up your butt!
Where did you learn that one, Mirime?
The Firnen Queen looked down at the girl again, "Mirime, how old are you?" She asks gently with soft words, eyes flicking up to look at the other lioness's around, "You have the right to decide, and we all should respect your decision. "
Truthfully she didn't want a fight, she was probably less experienced, but to forcefully steal an unwilling cub seemed rather wrong, if not hypocritical of the Illyrian heiress.
"Mirime, you will come back to Illyria. From there, you can speak to Morrigan and then decide where you want to go." It was taking everything within the her to restrain herself from barreling directly into the woman, not wanting to injure her kin. She were about to mention how she was sure Fernweh wouldn't take too kind to her daughter finding solace in another woman, as well as calling her mom, but the words are swallowed and instead a sharp snap of teeth sounds in the warming air.
She was fighting back such a primal and feral part of her and she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep it at bay, the Heiress wanting nothing more than to wrap her jaws around the woman's throat.
This is your final warning.
@Aideen @Analía @Levana
When it came down to it, she knew that she was going to have to support the Summit woman here. Perhaps not vocally, for her strength and courage in that part had not caught up with her quite yet. Though, she did wonder briefly what her red-furred sister would do. Obviously Eisa would fight but which side would her sister pick? Either way, she vouched to stay silent for now and mentally preparing herself to put herself in a position that she really didn't want to be in.
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"She decides for herself!" She growled. "If you wanna pick on someone, pick on someone your own size!"
Ah, the valiant defender- huh? Aideen wasn't so much valiant as always itching for a fight, and willing to tangle with this gray lioness for the fun of it. Cause she was a bad-ass and couldn't lose, could she?!
"I'll fight you for it, if that's what you want!" She said with her head high, ready to tangle.