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 Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 4:41 pm
It was getting easier to leave home, for hours at a time. By easier, it was because his family was starting to get used to the little Pesar wandering off to amuse himself in any way - be it escorting Banu Zahira proudly on her little walks, or just enjoying being out of the great Vizier's harem. Growing up and striking the earth while it's fresh, say the pads - he just liked the silence.
It was good to be out.
It was also good to be napping lightly on his back on this warm rock, his forepaws hanging in the air lightly on his chest fur, his eyes closed lightly, soaking up the rays. This was it for Ender, the solitude and the silence - not 9 sisters, and 4 brothers, clammering around, striking it out on their own worlds.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 5:25 pm
 Kichaa'noga had noticed him while she was passing by on her way to the watering hole, a mostly pale blue Pesar laying on his back on top of a rock, either taking a snooze or playing dead, she wasn't sure which. Out of curiosity, Kichaa decided to approach him, taking soft, slow steps so not to awaken the Pesar if he truly was sleeping.
When she got close enough to see his face, Kichaa popped her head up to get a good look at him while quirking her neck to the side. He reminded her of the dead, or at least the imitations of the dead her siblings did whenever they were play fighting. Kichaa smiled to herself and let the Pesar sleep for now and she wandered around the general area and looked for a couple of flowers and some grass to make into a small flower bouquet. If he was going to sleep like the dead, than he needed a funeral, or at least she thought so.
It took her a couple of minutes to put together the bouquet as she was still pitter-pattering around quietly so not to disturb the blue Pesar, but she had them, and as she returned she quietly approached and tried to put them onto the sleeping Pesar's chest and conduct her little imaginary funeral.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 6:45 pm
Waking up from the snooze had smelt a lot more flowery than he recalled it smelling when he had fallen into his sleep. It was a very soft smell, something that he rarely got to enjoy, which made him dream of something to do with fields of wildflowers, somewhere he had never been. It was very surreal, and broke his concentration on the wonderful nap that he had slipped in to.
Feeling his consciousness bubble up again into his body, his paws shuffled around a bit and caught the texture of the flowers' stems, bringing questions up in his mind, which made it impossible to fall back to sleep. Opening his light grey eye, he looked down into his paws, dark grey digits clasping around a bouquet of flowers of multiple colours, a celebration of nature in his own paws. Feeling confused, he moved his head around the rock in which he had taken over, wondering what could have done this, both eyes now open, exploring the world with their uneven gaze. It took a moment before the bright red pelt assaulted his senses, making him reel back a bit in surprise.
Another body! Gasping a little, he lifted his head to look at her again, eyebrows cocked a little. "My dear Banu. It's a little peculiar to return to consciousness with a bouquet in your paws, I must say. Was this your doing?" He asked, the grogg of sleepiness still in his mind and eyes.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 7:07 pm
"He lives!" Kichaa cried in a melodramatic display of joy, the kind you'd normally see displayed by those close to someone who had recently escaped a brush of death, the overdramatic sign of relief meant for reenactments and the like. She lifted her paws to the air, as if praising the gods, to help emphasize her point, than she quickly put them down again and gave Ender a smile.
"You reminded me of the dead, so I gave you flowers and was gonna hold your funeral, but you're awake now. So we don't need to do that," She said in a chipper voice, a sweet smile on her face, full of charm and pleasantness.
Kichaa was a peculiar Banu indeed, wanting to wrestle with the young Pesar, running about as if she was a cheetah instead of a lioness, running into deep pockets of water in attempts to teach herself how to swim; she was strange indeed. Kichaa gave off a giggle as she moved closer to Ender, pointing at the flowers she had picked and placed on his sleeping body with a paw, "Aren't they pretty? It took me forever to pick them, as I was trying to be quiet incase you were asleep and not dead."
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 7:41 pm
"A joyous revelation." He murmured lightheartedly, chortling softly as he looked down at her, his uneven gaze looking over such a bright pelt as she blessed the heavens for life, her colours even brighter than any Banu he had yet to make acquaintance with. Even brighter than one of his father's own banus, who had produced his first sons.
It was almost a sin to consider rolling over to regard her from a horizonal plane - in comparison to the sideways glances he kept shooting at the Banu, his tail thumping on the rock lightly as he regarded the flowers that she painfully went into detail explaining, her pride nearing blinding him from the sheer power it was emitting. Well, they were very pretty - a good homage to the life infront of her - even if it wasn't meant to be that he was to pass on. "They are very pretty, yes. They make me think of happy thoughts. I think those in the afterlife would be very happy to know they were given such a wonderful bouquet by a thoughtful Banu." He regarded, not busting any bubbles after such a nice nap. "Maybe we should leave them here, as a reminder of those souls."
It was a good reason to put them down, right? Flipping onto his side and righting his sight, he grabbed the flowers the best he could with his paws, and lowered them down against the rock's side, as if adorning it with the graceful colours, before leaving one behind his ear, a bright red flower that smelt wonderful. "There. I think it will be a nice setting for any souls that may pass by." Turning to her, he nodded his head. "By the way, my name is Ender; means Very Rare - for my eyes. Probably best to tell you now, since you nearly gave me my rites without knowing who I was."
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 8:24 pm
"I hope the souls like them," Kichaa commented, a big smile creeping across her crimson coat as she watched the light blue Pesar pluck a red flower from the bunch and placing it behind his ear. It was red like her! In Kichaa's mind it meant he had been pleased by the bouquet, regardless if the fact he wasn't dead and wouldn't need to be passed on.
"It's nice to meet you, Pesar Ender. Or are you Pad Ender?" Kichaa asked quietly. She had managed to escape her mother's lessons regarding that sort of thing as well, right about half way through. She knew that some Pesar in the pride already had a Banu, but she didn't know that in order to be a full-fledged Pad they had to go about bringing back their own from outside the pride.
Lessons weren't exactly something Kichaa cared about very much. All she wanted to do is was play with her siblings and the other kids around the pride, or sit in the shade and pick flowers to make little crowns out of, dreaming of the day where something more than 'just being a Banu' would come, if it would ever come. She liked to dream.
"I am Chacha!" Kichaa said with some pep, having shed off a little of her habit to refer to herself constantly in third person, a particular quirk she developed early as a baby, "Chacha is so pleased to have met you and to know that you are alive!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 7:40 pm
"Pesar Ender." He corrected, nodding as if it were some great divine truth. He had not taken his rites as a Pad, but he was proud of his rank, even if it meant that he was still in the throngs of youth. "But well met, sister Chacha." He finished, giving her a flourished bow of his head, almost nearly decking himself on he ground, before lifing at the right moment, eyes watching her again.
"I'm happy to know I'm alive also," he emphasized, by putting his paws on his chest, the fur sprouting through his paw toes, his heart pounding through his skin. "Well enough to nap during the day, but still enough to come off as one who has just passed, hm?" He joked, before smiling to her again. "What brought you out here today, though, sister?" he queried, his curiousity piqued a bit.
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