Bangua was a little lost, but he was not too worried about it. His life was often spend wandering around, and he had nothing to tie him down to any one place. As such, he did not often find himself missing a place he had been before, or longing to return down a path he had already traveled. Instead, he kept himself moving forward, what ever direction that was, where ever he ended up. He liked to explore, and pass through any pride that would allow him to trespass for a little while. He was sociable in a limited way, friendly but a little quiet on a good day. He was just shy, though he hid that behind his temporary life style, telling himself that he just did not want to get close to anyone, if he was just going to leave them again.
Cheneta did not work that way. She was a part of a pride, and she took a lot of care to do her best for her home. She gathered what she could find to keep herself busy and useful to her pride, though her stand in the market was not the best. She wondered how the others found such wonderful things to trade, trinkets and strange items from far off places, and realized that they had to leave their home, go out much farther than she usually did, to bring back such wonderful things to trade with others. It was a compelling idea, and Cheneta wanted to be a part of that trade. She just needed better things to offer before she could trade for the things she wanted. So what other choice did she have than to strike out on her own... and hope things went alright.
Bangua saw the lioness ahead of him and paused in his tracks. She was digging at the earth under a tree, attempting to find something in the earth, perhaps? He was surprised by her being there, in the middle of no where, the trees fairly thick around them compared to the sparse, grassy lands of the savannah that he was so used to traveling through. Were they need her home? He had not seen any signs of it, if they were, without any guards to smells of other lions nearby. He frowned thoughtfully, debating his approach of her. He had no reason to bring her harm, and he certainly did not want to hurt anyone if he could avoid it, especially on a whim. He was just not that sort of a lion. He watched her passively and then decided that he might as well just say hello. It would be even more odd for him to just stand there and stare at her, right? And if she turned around and saw him there, she would wonder what his problem was.
She turned around from the hole she was digging and looked at him, seeing him as he stood there watching her. Her eyes widened a bit, but a look of curiosity more than worry fell over her expression as she wondered what his problem with her might be, and if he wanted her to leave. If she was in his area, though certainly not a pride, then she would take her searching elsewhere. But she got the feeling that he was just passing through, like she was, and she blushed when he tilted his head at her, her fur growing warmer, though at least the brown color of her fur masked the reddening of her skin beneath. She watched him for a long, almost painful moment, the seconds stretching away from them into an incredibly awkward silence. She smiled at him in greeting, though, clearing her throat before she tried speaking.
"Good evening, uh. Sir. I am... uhm. I was just looking for some stones or something... like that. I have this pack, see," she showed him the pack made from an animal's pelt that she wore on her flank, straps reaching over her shoulders to keep it in place. She could turn her head and drop a stone or other item into the open pack, and carry it back home with her without having to fumble with it. Paws were not made for carrying things, and her mouth could only hold so much. Plus, traveling with stuff in her mouth often made her jaws her and her tongue go dry. She glanced up at him and saw he was still staring at her, but his expression was not angry or severe, and he nodded his head when she finally made eye contact with him. He offered her a smile after a beat and she finally relaxed.
"So you're collecting things from under the trees?" He offered, since her explanation had petered out after pointing out the pack. She looked embarrassed again and nodded, laughing uncomfortably as she waved her paw at the hole she'd been digging.
"Sometimes you can find really pretty things under trees, as if the plants were keeping them safe or out of sight. Or sometimes all you find are clumps of dirt and tree roots."
"Would you like some help looking?"
Bangua did not have anything better planned for his day, and she looked like she was very interested in what she was doing. And her pack was not very full, so maybe she would like to have someone else helping her find things for it. He did not really need to know why she was hunting things like that, but maybe he would ask for her more details as they looked around. She smiled at him and nodded her head.
"My name is Cheneta. Thank you for offering to help me, uhm..."
"Bangua. And you're welcome. I've never really done anything like this before, so it seemed interesting." And he was interesting in getting to know her. Cheneta... that was as pretty a name as she deserved, her pelt soft and he found himself watching her for a moment longer than he should have. Clearing his throat this time, he nodded his head and moved to join her at the tree, moving around to the other side of it to begin digging.
He was not sure what he was looking for, but he was sure he would know it when he saw it.
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