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 Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 3:26 pm
 Zsaria had settled herself from her travels, finally coming home to her own den. Misae was the only one there, of course, but still it felt like home to her. If the gods were favorable, there might be quite a lot more activity within its walls, but now it echoed. It was uncomfortable at best, reminding her of her loneliness, and so she sought another place to spend her time. It was in that spirit that she had found herself wandering amongst the cliffs. There were many dens she passed, and many more families, but none her own. She had long since lost track of her own kin, too focused on her own issues and Anezka's eventual exile. It was something she deeply regretted. But still, it was nice to feel at home in the pride, they were just as much her family after all.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 3:38 pm
 Aajamaak was lost, again. She sighed, it was third time this week alone she had managed to forget where she was heading and wander in circles. She would have blamed her bloodline for her failure, er, failures as of the late; however she was starting to begin thinking her own loss of balance and direction was on a whole other level.
The lioness looked to the edges of the cliffs as she considered what to do now. She had always avoided this area of the pride because she feared that her paws would lead her to falling over them. Now she was next to them, and Aajamaak wasn't sure what to do about it.
Seeing another lioness was near the cliffs as well Aajamaak decided to be friendly, and hope the other wasn't going to snap at her for asking but... "Hello!" She said. "Do you, uh, know how to get to the forest from here? I'm a... I'm a little lost." She laughed at her own foolishness.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 3:57 pm
Had she not been caught up in her own world, Zsaria might have found it charming. As it stood, the laugh she let out was something many might consider rude. "Lost? I take it you don't call this place home then, the cliffs are as clear as a map written in stone. To get to the forest you simply need go down until your paws touch dirt." Although there were some twists and turns along the way. In retrospect, she thought of how many now walked the pride that came from places where the land was much more open and visible. "I apologize, I've spent far too much time surrounded by reavers," she admitted, "My name is Zsaria, I hope I haven't given you a poor impression."
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 4:10 pm
"Er.. I just have a bad sense of direction." Aajamaak admitted, almost regrettably. "But that's all my family, we're sort of clumsy." She could recall her brother was a reaver now, so maybe the "family curse" hadn't hit him too hardly... Or maybe he was just getting lucky so far. Suddenly Aaja felt a wash of worry overcome her on the topic of her brother's safety...
"Zsaria? I think that's my grandma's name." She told the other. "Ah! Don't worry about bad impressions, I've had the misfortune to meet reavers who are far, far, more rude than yourself." She didn't like to think about the reavers who made fun of her for losing her way. It was embarrassing enough on her own, she didn't need mean-spirited others to rub it in.
"My name is Aajamaak." She introduced herself.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 4:16 pm
Her grandmother bore the same name, Zsaria smiled at the coincidence, and then began to look a little closer. The stripes on her chin and tail. The lioness felt her fur stand on end and her eyes went wide as she began to piece things together. "Your mother, what is her name?" she stammered, "I don't mean to intrude, but my name is not one common to these parts, I wonder if perhaps..." She shook her head, surely she wasn't that out of touch. Her cubs had been clumsy growing up, sure, but they weren't true Stormborn blood, it was to be expected to some degree.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 4:37 pm
Aajamaak tilted her head in slight curiosity. She had never met her grandmother, or her grandfather, but she knew of both their names. Unlike Zsaria she was failing to put the pieces together just yet. She was curious about what her grandparents looked like yet at the same time she did not seem to notice that maybe this Zsaria was the Zsaria. Her own grandmother standing before her.
Still within her oblivious state Aajamaak was more than happy to share the names of her mother, father and siblings with anyone who asked. "Her name is Ngaza." She told the stranger with a smile. "My father's name is Nomino. Do you know of them?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 4:46 pm
While the male's name meant nothing to her, Zsaria froze when she heard Ngaza cross the lioness's lips. "Well," she stammered, "I feel quite a fool then. Ngaza is my daughter, that makes me..." She couldn't force the word out, it seemed far too foreign. Of course she knew that her cubs were grown and making their own way in the world, Anezka had proven that, she had failed to keep up with them. It was difficult enough for her to manage the ways in which she had failed as a daughter without compounding it with her failures as a mother. "I'm your grandmother dear one, I'm afraid we've never had the chance to meet. I've been..." Well, there really was no excuse, "Absent, I suppose."
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 5:02 pm
Then was when it clicked. Upon hearing it be said to her Aajamaak suddenly saw the relation. She had failed to meet her grandmother and her grandmother's name was all she had to remember her by. For her entire childhood it felt as if this Zsaria could be anyone, anyone at all in her life. She had never pried at anyone because she had never felt the need to seek out her grandparents.
Fear it as she might Aajamaak supposed that up until now she had simply assumed her grandparents were... Well... Deceased.
She stared at the other. Hard. Until her eyes felt they were bleeding.
She could see the resemblance, the way her jaw was shaped, the similar colors of their pelts... "Grandma? ... You're..."
There was many words Aajamaak could have used then, but what seemed most appropriate, most in sync with her thoughts was.. "You're alive!" She smiled in glee.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 5:16 pm
It was then that Zsaria became acutely aware of the scars that littered her pelt, and pawed the one that crossed her eye. "I suppose I am, after a fashion. I'm certainly breathing, though I can't say I've been all that involved with my life." That was obvious, after all she had no idea that Ngaza had even found love, no less born cubs. "I've been viking for quite some time," she offered, though the explanation was hollow. She had been back to the pride in short bursts, she could have made an effort.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 6:10 pm
"Ah. Say no more Grandma, that explains it all." Aajamaak was not, nor would she ever be, a reaver herself. She had a great deal of respect for the current and the future reavers however, it was something that she felt took a lot of guts to accomplish. Based on the scars earned from battle no doubt that covered her grandmothers pelt Aajamaak was even more inclined to feel respect.
"I... I lack the talent to be a reaver myself, but I imagine it is quite the job. You must have had a lot of drive and motivation to become one."
She thought back on how her brother was now a reaver. Would he be the kind of reaver that stayed home frequently? Or would he be like their grandmother and leave for long periods of time? She hoped it was the former if only for her own greedy purpose of wanting to spend more time with her family then she already had.
"I don't blame you for staying away grandma, the pride must be very boring compare to outside of it. Just promise me if you keep going that you won't get yourself very hurt." Aajamaak may have just met her grandmother, but she still felt like she loved her as if she had known her forever.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 6:23 pm
Zsaria was touched by the sentiment, but unsure how to handle it. She felt guilty for disappearing from her family's life, and her love's for that matter. "I don't think I'll be going out much longer," she admitted, "This past trip may well be my last. I've nearly lost my vision, that's more than I care to sacrifice at my age, there are more than enough youths who are better equipped to handle viking." She brushed her face with a paw, her scars irritating her more than they usually did. For reasons she couldn't quite place, Zsaria felt increasingly self conscious now that she knew who this young lioness was. "I'm sure you've got your own talent, much more beneficial to the pride than another breathing reaver."
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 6:36 pm
She felt relieved when her grandmother told her of how she was no longer going a-viking. She didn't care to lose any of her precious family. After all it felt as if she had just gained one instead. "Yes, I suppose that's true."
"I... I do know how to fish." She said in regards to her grandmothers comment on being beneficial to the pride. Aajamaak felt that she wasn't very beneficial.. yet. She had been striving to change this, from having her friend teach her how to make mint, to learning the ropes of how to heal injuries. Yes, she was making an effort in the very least to be more "useful" in a word.
"Will you... Will you come visit us now?" She asked. "I mean... I think everyone is at the den." She was going to set out and find her own den soon, but for a while still most of the family was clumped into Ngaza's. Within the next few days Aajamaak suspected this would change. Dulcea A few more posts and we can call this done? (I have to log out in a few minutes so don't be surprised if I mysteriously disappear XD)
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2014 5:08 am
Zsaria took a deep breath as she considered the offer. While it would certainly be nice to go home to a place where she was surrounded by kin, she wasn't sure she'd be welcome. After all, for much of their life she had tried to make her cubs believe their mother was a thrall. "I appreciate the invitation, truly, and I do not wish to do anything that might compromise our relationship, but I'm not sure your mother would appreciate my presence in her home." It stung to say, but she felt it would be better to voice the possibility than to confirm it in a way that would affect her newfound granddaughter. After all, the lioness seemed gentle and sweet, she didn't need to be a part of their issues. "I would be honored if any of you chose to visit me though, I'm afraid my den has long been bare but for my thrall and myself."
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 4:42 pm
Aajamaak couldn't see how it would be that her grandmother would be unwelcomed. In her own daughters home no less! However, she sensed slight hostility in her relatives tone and the blue splotchy lioness decided it best not to pry on the subject. Besides, after taking a second to think about she supposed it made sense. She had not seen or heard her grandmother before this meeting, her mother and her grandmother might have not been on speaking terms. The realization of such opened a gateway to Aaja. She had not considered her family one that would house drama...
Something felt off. Like she was forgetting something. About fishing maybe...? Oh, right! The forest!
"Of course! I would love to visit!" She nodded to her grandmother. "You should visit me too. That is.. uh, when I get my own den." She smiled merrily, in bright spirits.
"Er. You said the forest was this way right?" She began to walk in what was obviously the wrong direction.
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 4:54 pm
"Other way, other way now," she called with a laugh at the girl's attitude toward life. Her cubs had had much the same issues with clumsiness when they were growing up. It might truly run in the family, as often as she'd seen disaster come of it. But then none of her kin before had ever exhibited such a trait. "Be careful now, I'm sure we'd all like to see you back in one piece." She would at least, the girl had been more comfort to her than anything else had been so far.
Perhaps life would get a little easier if she truly had her family at her side, especially with the danger of retirement looming over her head. Retiring as a reaver was not common so long as one could still fight, but it would be better for everyone in the long run, that much she was sure of.
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