[PRP] The Birth of New Stories (Alastriona/Eudeyrn)

[MoonRazor]

It was a bit of a rare occurrence for Alastriona to have left the den. She was her family's resident hermit, and spent more time inside than out, but even the silver cub had to admit that getting out once in a while would only help fuel the imaginative fire behind her endless train of fantasies and stories. It was only to be expected that she would eventually run out of steam relying solely on her limited experiences.

So today, Alastriona was out and about, ready to soak up the world around her. She had already noted the way the sun shone and the way the breeze ruffled the plants and the way the clouds drifted from left to right, but never back the way they had come. All of that was fascinating - and, of course, changeable. All she had really wanted was to see things for herself.

A small hum left her as she padded aimless down the path, eyes and ears and nose all at the ready to attack her next hapless victim, whether it be a lion or bird or pebble in the sand.  

[Dulcea]

Eu caught sight of the little cub's blue markings before she was within hearing range, racking his brain for where he'd seen the like of them before. A guard, he thought, a rather prolific one. This had to have been one of his more recent litters, from the age of her. He had a swath of fabric he'd found wound about his head to mask his cough, and with it he looked less a priest and more an undertaker. "Venturing from the den little one?" he called, rising from his place among his mottled personal altar. He'd constructed it in the center of the dens in hopes of catching his brother, thinking a little visual lesson would increase his fervor. It hadn't worked so far, but it gave him a good view of the comings and goings of the rest of the pride.  

[MoonRazor]

At first glance, she was somewhat taken aback by what she saw. Having turned toward the voice that had hailed her, she had expected to see a smiling face, but instead, she had seen... well, something else. Alastriona wasn't altogether sure what to make of him - she had, by now, figured out that her companion was, indeed, a lion - and a small frown flitted across her features as she took a hesitant step toward him. It was rude to simply ignore his question in favor of figuring out what he was, after all.

"I'm on a mission," she announced, deep purple eyes still fixated on the shroud around the older lion's head. For once, her words carried more truth than fantasy. She was on a mission of sorts, trying to gather new inspiration for more dreams to take wing. Had she been a little less shocked, she might have realized that this was actually a perfect opportunity to obtain some information. Once she figured out what he was doing and why he was dressed as he was, she could either play off it, or twist the truth completely, depending on whichever better suited her mood.

"Who're you?" She added, rather too boldly for a cub her age. Her gaze finally slipped past him and landed on his altar. What that could possibly be was yet another mystery to her. "What's that?" She asked again, quite determined to find out.