Fleance was quite confused when she started to eat the plants, but he figured to better suit his cover, he should join in. Again, it was weird conceptually for him to think about eating, as a good, because he didn't need to. But, when in the Stormborn territory, right? They made his tongue feel weird, and he swallowed hard, feeling it warm and stringent as it went down his throat and into his stomach. A warm flush also crept into his face. How strange. And she mentioned her father was a god? This was all becoming very, very interesting.
"I, uh. I'm new. Just your regular ol' new pride member. That's all. Nothing special. Not a Reaver or… whatever you said. What… what kind of rank are you? And, uh, do you know what your dad was the god of?"
Chayah tilted her head, but it felt quite strange when she did.
"Uhm, I was a thrall - a slave, you know - but now I'm a Freeborn. I guess that means you're a Freeborn too. That's what the 'regular ole pride member' usually is."
She looked at him, a look of suspicion and confusion on her face. She didn't like talking about either of her parents. Or about being a thrall. He had better toe the line or she was liable to get real mad again. Warily, she chewed on more of the mint, her eyes squinting at the lion.
"…Not sure. Don't know if he ever told my mother. If he did, she never told me. We don't like to talk about him. I don't like to talk about my mother, either. You'd do well to remember that." Strange, Chayah had never been so defensive or bold. Maybe the mint was giving her courage.
Fleance's ears went back and he gave Chayah a smile to try and appease her.
"I'm sorry. I meant no offense by it. It's just, being that my dad was a god, too, I find it interesting."
Interesting because he had had offspring with a blind lioness, hoping her lack of sight would enhance their children's Sight. He had had offspring with a seer whose parents were mortal. But he had never had offspring with the child of a god. He wondered what kind of seer powers their children might have. Chewing his own mint, still, he scooted a little closer to Chayah.
"So… what do you like talking about? Or what do you like doing?" He noticed that her forelock of a mane had fallen into her eyes and he brushed it out of the way carefully with one of his paws, careful not to graze the scars which she would surely loathe mention of.
The black lioness chewed her mint more, and swallowed, making little haste in grazing on some more. She was very, very suspicious of this lion and his intentions. The more she was around him, the less he seemed like a member of the Myrsky Syntynyt. Either he would have had to fight his way in or he could have been claimed by someone as family, but he struck her as so… odd. She didn't flinch when he brushed her mane out of her eyes, but her bright red eyes were boring holes into his dull, red ones.
"Have some more mint," she insisted. Somehow, she would find out who this lion really was.
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