Jube's had been restless lately. She had been having flashes of migraines and she interpreted it as a bad omen personally. She had visited her patrol goddess and found that Eywa could not help her decipher her head aches; so Jube's decided a bit of time with one of her offspring would suffice to sooth her mind. She padded along the branches that the pride used as a walk way, greeting others in her soft spoken way; until she descended onto the ground; headed towards where the artisans and crafters spent their time. She spotted her pale daughter immediately.
She stepped up behind her daugther Ftxoaza and cleared her throat to announce her presence. Her daughter was splattered with the paints she lovingly mixed and created and used to color other's lives. Sometimes Jube's wondered if it had anything to do with the paleness of her daugther's eyes; the ones they shared.
Ftxoaza hadn't heard her mother approach and was busy up to her elbows with steeping a new color of paint. She had found some lovely white flowers and was hopeful that she could extract the coloration and use it to paint. She was using a hollowed out log she had been working on for weeks to hold the pounds of petals, while she had stream water she had boiled steeping it. The water was cool enough that she could put her paws in to mash the mixture into a paste.
Her tongue was sticking out slightly as she worked; her pale eyes squinted and her attention directly on her job. She lifted her head upon hearing her mothers voice and she perked up. "Mother!" She said with a giggle and turned to look at her, her paws still in the container. "I see you..." She added as she continued to mash.