Mordecai was often busy ( a cruel thing, to be sure, that he did not spend every waking moment at her side! ) and tiegans arrival was too new to be trusted. And so that leaves little Tali to fend for herself, to make her way in this world. And that is exactly what she plans on doing! The passage is a wonderful place, welcoming newcomers and natives alike. The sand beneath her delicate paws was almost cool to match the autumnal breeze that missed with her mane. She stands, a lone dark figure against Maua's gift, armed only with bright eyes and an even warmer smile. She would find a home here today, a place where she could grow and thrive -- a task that would only help Mordecai's cause. And maybe, just maybe, he would be proud of the initiative shown! Finding a perfect spot she settles down, plopping her haunches into the sand as she waits -- impatient and excited, eager for a new chapter to begin.
No fights in progress
No fights in progress
No fights in progress
No fights in progress
No fights in progress
despite her patience ( which was waning, and threadbare to begin with ), only one lioness comes. @Úlla seems a serious, stern woman -- prim and proper in ways that talitha could never, ever hope to be. something about her reminds the little angel of mordecai, the seriousness clinging to her bones. an easy smile spreads across her lips though her muzzle quickly shifts, smoothing out into something more placid before trying again. her next smile is more reserved, certainly more matching the sovereign's steely vibe -- even if it sits strangely on the girl, who is meant for flowers and sunshine and certainly more than this. still, mordecai is not here to guide her hand yet she hopes to do her best, and hopefully this woman sees that. she introduces herself and her land ( or, rather, what tali assumes ), and her smile widens just a smidge. yes, i am, she replies, a little breathlessly with excitement -- though this, too, is pulled back and reigned in. when she continues, her voice is much more subdued: i am talitha of nowhere, but i am hoping to find my place. whether that be in a pride or at another's side, she isn't very exact. she just needs something to show mordecai that she is worthy of... well, everything. is that something you can help me with? ulla of obsidian hollows?
And now he was here?
The shepherd knew it would not be Him; He would never abandon his followers, his children. It was Mordecai's own slack; sub-conscious, casting him asunder in a new environment with new faces, submerged in political strife and constant shifting. It occurred to him that perhaps - while he enjoyed the anonymity of remaining a rogue - it would behove him, them, to find a banner to live beneath. And so, when picking up Talitha's scent, Mordecai would make haste to reunite with her. This land was evidently an area where many passed through; pride lions and wanderers alike.
With ease, he would make out the shapes of Talitha, and.... Hm. His pace quickened upon heeding not one but two others with her. Protectively he bristled, though easily regained his composure upon reaching earshot. "Making friends, little lamb?" He paused, then shifting his attention away from the black-pelted maiden and towards @Úlla and @Drakon. "Mordecai Caelinus. I see you have already met my Talitha."
There would be no further clarification. His Talitha.
her attention shifts, fluttering butterfly wings, as @Drakon appears. he is light-pelted and broad, smelling of sunshine and sand. she offers him a dreamy smile, hoping to soothe his worries: no, you are never too late. his offer of a home, though, cause tufted ears to twitch -- considering. he calls his home an oasis and surely that sounds wonderful, though she does not think she would like a desert. mismatched gaze turns back to @Úlla as the woman explains herself and her pride, speaking of the young blood housed there. soft, innocent lions -- surely mentioned because she, too, looks soft-hearted and young. talitha smiles to hear it, eyelashes fluttering with the effort. certainly looking more grateful rather than delighted.
before she can say anything, though, they are joined by another. and, oh, she cannot help herself! at the mere sight of @Mordecai she lets out a quiet little mewling chirrup, a happy little greeting -- though her sunny disposition wanes, just a little, when he comes no closer. usually he stands at her side, always close enough to touch ( or, when she's been good, with his hand on her back ), but today there is enough distance between them for it to feel... pointed. even his verbal claim isn't enough to soothe her hurt, though her features remain warm. friends, yes, but also a home! she clarifies with a little sing-song. she looks to ulla, ears tipping forward: if you'll have us, of course!
exit
Oh, that'd be simple for a man like him.
The grey-pelted rogue would glance in the direction of @Drakon as he took his leave - a man who had been unsuccessful in his attempt, certainly, but did not seem soured by it - before shifting his attention back to the women. The Hollows representative would turn on her heel, making it clear that the pair were welcomed to follow her. And so, with a tilt of the head and a subtle curl of the lips sent down at Talitha, Mordecai would follow.