The young lioness was practicing a new beat. It wasn't unusual, especially given the nature of the pride, but for Jumuu to do so willingly on the lands it was . . .strange. The aloof black and white spotted female was always self-conscious about her music; she wasn't nearly as talented as some of her siblings, and surely wasn't as blessed as others within the pride. As it was, she often played her music off the borders or at least in part in secret.
Today though, the young lioness just couldn't wait. She had hardly noticed that it happened. Having been dozing near the shore of lake, enjoying the cool breezes, the young female had paid the tapping of her paws no mind. At first it had been a silent beat, in time with the lapping of waves against shore. But now it was something else entirely. . . .
She pounded the ground in seemingly reckless abandon, keeping in time with the waters shore, her tail swishing happily behind her. She wore no drum, she was donned with no jewelry or shakers, but she made do. For a few minutes, the young lioness gave in to the innocent soul of music, allowing herself to forget her self-consciousness and inhibitions; today she was making music, and that was all that mattered.
((Sorry for the short post; laptops dying and I think I'm first-posted out. x3 *has started 3 or 4 others before this one* ^_^ ))
