Eywa was laying beneath the tree of souls. She had been there a lot lately; ever since the banishment of Kerusey. A lot of the pride had been acting differently lately. It had been a hard blow for everyone but Eywa had been taking it... very difficultly. Things had been looking up for the pride. The king and queen had just brought new life into the world again; and then the King fell. He was stable now; able to limp around and climb into the tree tops with help.
His spirit kept everyone happy.
But Nyasambe had been sullen. She lay beneath the tree and sat in silence. Her wings tucked neatly at her sides; she breathed in the night.