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Dec 10, 2020 12:05:13 GMT
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Post by valka on Dec 10, 2020 12:02:19 GMT
While Rafiki was away from the tree, collecting herbs, Valka took the chance to relax. The lessons this morning had been difficult, mostly because the baboon seemed to phrase everything as a question rather than an answer, and she wasn't even sure what he'd been trying to tell her. The blonde lioness sighed, her tail twitching as she made her way across the large area. Here and there, odd paintings adored the walls. One of Simba, now maned, caught her attention. When she'd first started coming here the image had been smudged but Rafiki had neatened it up of late and you could barely tell the king had once been believed dead.
Unlike her sister, Valka didn't hate Simba. In fact, she welcomed the changes in the pridelands - prey was more abundant, and the lands were beautiful where once they were dry. Of course she was sad that Zira was hurting but... Well, Simba's return seemed to have healed many others. Even old Rafiki seemed to have more bounce in his step. Why couldn't Zira, her sister, and several of the others move on?
A wind blew through the tree, and the ess lifted her head, listening for the spirits within them. Perhaps they could give her guidance? Help her to help her friends and family? But the voices stayed quiet, and her situation was no easier. With how things were going, there was going to be a blow-out soon.
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