It'd been a couple days since Porerol Sol had been found, and the young cub was adjusting as well as could be expected, given the drastic changes in her life. A slave, now. Sil'in Drathir's slave. The very thought made her shrink anxiously and beam with pride. Sil'in Drathir was Very Important in her eyes, and she wanted to be a good slave, his good slave, but being a cub, she could hardly be expected to know all there was to know about being a slave or even the pride itself. She was grateful for Drathir giving her time to learn and see the cubnurses, although it was a necessary permission, as she hadn't quite been weaned from her mother before being dumped on the edge of the pride's lands.
As it were, after taking time in the morning to tidy up her Master's den, Porerol Sol was leaving the den to go find someone to talk to, left alone while Drathir pursued more Important Things that didn't require her to come along. She was still too little to do much of any good, but she didn't mind being left to her own devices a bit. Cringing a little as she wound her way around lions of the pride, she kept her red eyes peeled for anyone who looked like they'd be friendly to the little white cub.
Ah, what a pleasant day. Niliua had given herself a small break for the morning, allowing the other Yana'hine to continue without her. She'd be back by the afternoon, so as not to be missed, but for now she enjoyed the freedom. But of course, it wasn't complete freedom. Oh no. As the Sparda-aligned lionness strolled through the lands she'd casually pass past groups of other lions, smiling politely a nodding her head in a greeting, whilst her sensitive ears were always trained on their conversations. How she did enjoy spying. But it was a necessity - they needed all the information they could gather in order to take the throne from that disgusting male. He wasn't fit to rule such a mighty pride.
Catching a glimpse of colour in the distance, Niliua's yellow eyes flashed towards the colour, surprised to find the white blob of a cub. Beginning to head towards it at a steady pace, her eyes flashed in recognition as she noticed exactly which cub it was. They'd been informed of the heir's special little slave, and how she was to learn the basics before she'd be hidden away in his den again. Racking her brain for the cub's name, it soon came to her, although Nil couldn't help the wrinkle of her nose in mild disgust.
"Porerol Sol! You should not be wandering! Return to the cub nurses, or to the heir's den immediately."
She wasn't quite up to date on the current state of affairs between the heir and his slave, nor the rules he'd set out for the small cub. But even so, it was dangerous for a small white cub to be wandering such lands as the demon ones.
The little cub jumped when she heard her name, head snapping up quickly. What had she done wrong? She'd only been out walking! She sunk down a little, wincing as Niliua came closer. "S-sorry, I was just..." She looked down, ears flattening against her head. "I've already cleaned the den, there's nothing to do there now." She muttered, glancing up at Nil before looking down again. She was a Na'artue, she didn't deserve the honor of looking a demon lion in the face. "I was looking for someone to... to talk to." It was such a small request, really, but as she heard it aloud, she realized how silly it was. Someone to talk to? Really? She couldn't come up with something better.
But quick on her paws, she thought of something that might save her from any punishment for being out wandering. "S-so I could bring news to my Master." She looked up. "I only want to please him, y'know?" She tried to smile, but it faltered and she dropped her gaze again. "I'm sorry." That seemed to be her phrase of the day, apologizing for something she wasn't sure of. Drathir hadn't explicitly said she couldn't leave the den without him, but in hindsight, perhaps it was something that needn't be discussed? She'd have to ask him about it that night, if he wasn't busy with Important Things.
Nil couldn't help the smug smirk that crossed her face when the cub jumped, but it was quickly gone as she stared long and hard, pleased when the cub turned her eyes to the ground. She was such a good little slave - she knew her place, that was for sure. Drathir had done well with her. Nil's slave...well, he still had a long way to go. But she did enjoy beating him. The usually quiet demoness watched the cub, stare turning to more of a glare. Someone to talk to!? Slaves did not get such a priviledge.
Ah, but it seemed the small white cub was hiding a quick mind. Nil was inwardly pleased at her quick thinking, though her glare remained. "News to master? And what news would that be, hmm?"
Nil was usually quite quiet, but sometimes situations arose where authority had to be maintained, and that was difficult without speaking. It wasn't that she didn't like speaking or was too shy to - certainly not. It was more than most of the time she didn't see the need for such trivial things as conversation, and prefered to get on with the task at hand.
"Any news." blurted the cub, who winced at her quick answer. "Any news or gossip could be useful to my Master, isn't that right? Even the s-smallest thing could turn out to be very important?" She glanced up, looking for some sort of affirmation. She was guessing, and it was rather obvious, but she was trying to sound sure of herself. She glanced down again, looking at her paws like they would hold the answer to everything.
"I just want to help him." She murmured, sounding genuinely sincere. She owed him her life, the least she could do was learn what she could of the pride. She glanced up, but didn't look directly in Nil's face, instead glancing at her shoulder as she spoke. "I have a lot to learn, I-I thought it would be good to try and learn some of it on my own, instead of bothering my Master all the time. H-He's very busy, I think." Or he had a lot of walking to do, he was often out and about.
Ah, shame. Nil was hoping the cub had already gained some gossip, which she in turn could pass to Rhaen. Better luck next time, perhaps. She'd never known working as a Yana'hine could be so informative - the things cubs found out, and then told with only the slightest persuasian, was so much more than the blue demoness had ever thought. She was, admittedly, quite proud of herself. And she hoped Rhaen was too.
Rolling her eyes a little, somewhat irritated now it was clear she wasn't getting anything out of this conversation, Nil lifted a paw, reaching down to the cub's hind and nudging her forwards, in the direction from which Niliua had just come. "You're not going to help him if you get yourself eaten by a less forgiving demon than I or your master. And learning is why you've been given the priviledge of being taught by the Yana'hine. I suggest you return to the lessons currently being taught."
She shoved a little harder, to let the cub know it wasn't just a suggestion, "Next time, I won't be so forgiving, Porerol Sol."
Porerol stumbled when she was shoved back towards the Yana'hine collection, and picked herself up onto her paws quickly, dashing ahead. "Thank you!" She called over her shoulder, making quick work of finding her way to the rest of the pride's youth to learn. She didn't want to be caught out and about unprepared again.
