[PRP] Out and About (Imara x Ndima)

[Dame NightFury]

Ndima sighed happily as she finally got back onto an acceptable schedule. With Dru manning and cleaning the front room of the den they shared - well, that Ndima shared since it was her den in the first place, she could go out and do what she loved. Harvesting, fermenting, experimenting and brewing new fruit tastes and combinations. This was the life.

Ndima trotted to the farthest cache of fruits to be dug up and retrieved, the cache she had to leave in the longest since the pirates had started to frequent her place. Hopefully they weren't too far along to have become bitter. Though depending on the taste, that could be a new experience, an experiment on the fly.

The beach was empty as far as Ndima could see, so it was a perfect time to dig it up and still keep it a secret. She smiled quickly than started on her task. Good thing she had buried the cache in a net she'd put together. Dragging them to the den and back room would be easier. But first she needed to have a taste. And preferably a second taste as well. Hmm. There were always plenty of pride members willing to taste it, but that was a tricky situation. If there were more than one in the front room besides Dru, and they felt slighted or all of them wanted to be taste testers .... Ndima would need to find someone before she got back to the den. Even if that meant trekking over the pride's lands to find someone acceptable as a taste tester. Maybe even Pirato. After all, she did owe him for pointing Dru in her direction.  

[Izzy Makani]

Imara knew she was headed in the right direction because she could smell her sisters scent down this beach. She was perhaps a day behind her but she could catch her sisters scent even in the tiniest whiffs. Jasiri was her identical twin and that just made her scent even more familiar than anyone else in the world.

Imara continued down the beach moving fairly quickly until she spotted someone ahead in the distance. She stopped for a moment and watched. The female was digging something up out of the sand but she didn't know what it was. She quickly lowered herself to the ground and watched. Her fur blended well with the light colored sand and as long as she kept all the darker parts of her down she was sure the hyena wouldn't see her and perhaps whatever the hyena was digging up would be worth hiding. She might just have something hidden in the sand that Imara could use or take.

Dame NightFury

 

[Dame NightFury]

The cache was a heavy one. At some point during their fermenation, the sea had somehow soaked through the sands and drenched not the net and fruit. Salt water leeched into the fruit's juice and would have changed the brew. Ndima wondered what that would taste like. Would it be worth doing it again, only on purpose this time?

Finally Ndima tugged the horde of fruit to the surface and nosed the mangos, melons, and coconuts. The coconuts didn't smell any different than a normal fermentation process, but there was something slightly different about the number of mangos and melons stashed in this cache. Ndima would definitely need a taste tester. Someone with a delicate palette. Someone that knew their brew and wouldn't mind the possibility of getting wasted in the pursuit of perfection.

With one last look up and down the beach, Ndima started to drag the net full of her treasure back toward her den. Maybe she would just, uh suggest or flirt one of the pirates into her backroom. Let the other pride members assume they were doing something more than working their way to the best brew ever tasted. That might work.

Ndima paused, taking a breather. Wow that horde was heavy. Ndima looked back and saw the trail from the sack. Sighing she shook her head. No using that hiding spot ever again. At least not anytime in the foreseeable future. Anyone and anything would be able to follow that trail back to the den. Which meant that they would also know what was hidden back at its origin. Fermenting fruits. Ndima's greatest treasures. The most crucial part of the brew.

A slight - something count her eye. Ndima squinted in the direction she had come. When she saw nothing, she shook her head, picked up the thick ends of the fruit net again and continued to drag it back home.

Izzy Makani

Sorry that I disappeared there for awhile. Hopefully you don't mind finishing this one?