[PRP - East] Post-Lesson Greetings (Yu Jie x Mmoloki'nane)

[tani duh!]

Mmoloki'nane was minding his own business, trying to travel to someplace quiet where he could recite his stories and review anything he needed to remember for the lessons the next few days. As he looked over his right shoulder, something bumped into his left shoulder. He was startled as he turned to see the lioness, definitely a fellow student that he had seen before.

As she quickly apologized for not looking, Mmoloki forced a small smile. "It's alright. I wasn't looking either. I've always got my head somewhere else, it seems. There's a lot I need to learn to become what I need to be..." His head was already again in the clouds, thinking about working his way up to a historian. "Do you ever feel that way? That there's just so much to try and learn? I wish it was all in a story for me." The lion sighed. "Much easier to remember stories."  

[tani duh!]

His ears perked up at her words and he metaphorically crashed back to the ground. She knew stories from her pride too? His old pride had disbanded, and he was the "storyteller" of their pride, he told their histories and their lore through stories. Until it broke up. He had lost everything he lived for, he never took a mate, never started a family, he had all these stories and no one who cared about them anymore.

Mmoloki nodded, his big dusty mane flopping with his head. "Yes, exactly like a storyteller! I guess some of them could be bed time stories, too, but more like those of action and adventure and of the saviors of our felines!" He recalled the days when many came to him to hear the stories of their ancestors and their heroes, he missed those days.

"If only the east had all their histories in stories, it would be much easier! Do you not agree? I would be a historian in a heartbeat. " His voice sounded much less defeated, now, one could tell something in him was switched on.  

[tani duh!]

His eyes widened. This was one of the first times he had interacted with someone since he had joined Tianxia... And they were interested in his stories?! His tail flicked happily from side to side, brushing the ground gently as he began to speak again.

"Would you?? Would you really?! I know many, I would love to share them with you sometime!" She was right in saying that not everyone learned that way, he remembered the lions that would come to him to hear the same stories over and over again back home, and yet every time they heard the story it was like a new one. It was still exciting and they knew the general plot, but they couldn't remember how the little lion made the god run in fear, or how the hippopotamus raced and won against the hare. Her words gave him some hope that perhaps his past would come in handy here, he just needed to work up and apply it. "Perhaps I should try and see if it would work with students... But there's a lot for me to learn before I can even consider all of that." He laughed himself, the first genuine laugh he'd let free in Gods know how long, "and to think, I don't even know your name."  

[tani duh!]

As Quizhi spoke, he could feel his heart get a little lighter. It had been a long time that he roamed the rogue lands, and he had never happened upon anyone who seemed excited about stories, never mind excited enough to want to listen to his stories. He felt he was in a place where he could make a difference and where he was definitely going to find his place. "Wonderful to make your acquaintance, I'm Zongxiàn. I came from a forest in the mountains." He didn't particularly want to dwell on his past right now, and jumped to his next thoughts.

"That sounds like an ideal time to do it!" His voice was filled with excitement, a smile covering his face. "And that gives me enough time between meetings to learn new histories and stories. I would love if you could.. help spread the word?" He didn't want to seem pushy, but he only knew so many people, and it would be good to have more people getting the word out. "I only know so many people, in reality very few, and even fewer that would be likely to come. It seems like you know more! Even just starting with the two siblings!"

He imagined it, a small group, perhaps 5 or 6, sitting in a moon lit circle. He sat slightly above them, retelling his story and acting parts out, changing his voice to fit the different characters. It was all he dreamed.

Safaia

 

[tani duh!]

Safaia

I didn't think it was weird! c:

He was ecstatic about the idea of telling stories to groups again. He was caught in a sea of hopefulness for the future, of the meetings and his standing with the tribe, and also of blissful memories. The words of stories he thought he had forgotten flooding back into his mind, the gate to the dam broken down after all this time. And with her help, even just to find other, eager students, he would reach a wider crowd; he could share his love with all of them.

"A test run sounds marvelous, like just the thing to get this all booted up." He wiggled his nose a little as he thought about a good time. He'd want to compile at least one story about the East, but he could probably tell some of the lore he knew from his old home too. "Perhaps in a week? That would provide me with ample time to reconstruct some history into a proper story." He was making a mental list as he spoke, putting everything he'd need for success in order in his mind. "Would that work for you, Quizhi? As I can't move forward with our idea without you there!" He had a jolly smile on his face.