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Meera walked along purposefully. She rarely dallied, rarely made any move that wasted time. Every word she spoke was filled with thought and meaning. She was a quiet thrall, and always did what was asked of her - just as she always had, really. This day, she'd been asked by Badoura to show a new thrall around the pride, and so Meera had. The lion was named Kardas, and he was really quite stunning to look at; it was sad, then, thought Meera, that he was an utter buffoon when it came to his personality.

"This way."

Meera didn't stop to see if he followed. He would, or he wouldn't. Either way, she would do her job.

Kardas followed along behind the lioness, not because he was driven by any particular curiosity, but because he really had nothing better to do. He had been introduced to Badoura, and from there he'd been introduced to Meera. He couldn't tell if the lioness that led him through the pride was a dullard or just quiet, and in truth Kardas didn't really care either way.

When she told him to follow, he did, and warred with himself for a moment whether or not he should make some sort of snide remark. So far he hadn't made friends anywhere in the pride, not that it usually bothered him - but he wasn't feeling particularly malicious at the moment, so he kept his mouth shut.

For now.

"As far from you as possible," was Meera's succinct reply as she continued walking. She had no interest in his lewd behavior, just as she had no interest in the lewd behavior of any given lion that might approach her in hopes of a tumble.

"The sands for sparring are that way," she lifted a paw, "and some thralls are in charge of keeping them free of debris so that our Reavers are not wounded when they fight one another. It might be a duty that suits you."

They passed a den filled with bumbling cubs, and Meera deftly sidestepped one that stumbled too close.

"Be careful of the babes."

Kardas grunted at her reply and glanced where she'd pointed, nearly tripping over a small cub that tangled itself up in his paws. He bit back a curse as he glanced around; the mother of the cub gave him a rather pointed look, and Kardas flashed her a stiff smile before continuing after Meera.

"I have no interest in frolicking in sand day in and day out," he snapped softly. "I will find another duty. What is another suggestion?"

He couldn't wait to hear it. It probably had to do with watching cubs or something equally demeaning. Kardas rolled his eyes.

Meera laughed, a rough and sudden sound, at the suggestion that there might be a choice in certain things.

"A thrall does not choose. A thrall is told, and a thrall is expected to listen. We have much to be thankful for, in all honesty. We are kept safe from outside harm, and we are kept fed. We need only make ourselves available to those of higher station than ours, and tend to our duties, and keep quiet."

It was pretty simple to Meera. She didn't understand what Kardas was having difficulty with.

"If you have questions, direct them to Badoura. I have other duties to attend to."

That being said, Meera left Kardas where he stood.

Safe and fed, bah. Make himself available? Kardas had a feeling that he didn't want to really dwell on that thought for too long. He watched Meera walk away, a thoughtful expression on his face. There was solace in the fact that his brother was a part of the pride, and Freeborn at that. If anyone could help him rise from the rank of thrall, it was Skydas.

When he could no longer see Meera, Kardas made his way back to Badoura. The dark lioness would be a good place to start, he supposed, in finding something to occupy his time.