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I figured by now they'd have at least a minor degree of familiarity given the culture of the pride and their mutual rank as soldiers, but if you'd like me to edit it, just let me know. <3
Sagua stayed here for Sia and some days regretted it for every other reason. Word had spread about the pair who fought their way in together, one from the Pridelands, one from the Swamplands, reaching the ears of whom it may concern — former members of either prides, gossipers, and curious youth who had known nothing but sand and sun their whole lives for the most part. He'd been accosted with questions once or twice and initiated conversation about that many times, usually with Asami, the healer from his home away from home. She told him the pride thrived elsewhere now, up in the mountains, and he wondered if he wouldn't be better off retreating there.
The sun was merciless here during the day, made all the worse by his dark coat. He was dreading having to return to the training grounds after yesterday's debacle. Three rounds of duels were three too many. Sagua had hit the sand like a rock, out cold — an ironic term for it, in hindsight.
Lions were always remembered for the bad, never the good. Maipe'Bado, the Sentinel leader's daughter, had already given him a hard time about his fainting spell, yet said nothing about his success in the rounds before that, including the one against her.
The morning after he arrived before anyone else. Still a bit dark, still a bit cool. Better to get it over with and let them come to him than walk up later and draw the eyes of a crowd.
He stood in the middle, practicing his defensive stances. Waiting.
