It didn't take long for Dareia to realize she knew nothing.
Honestly, she had never taken herself for the ignorant type. But somehow she had joined a pride in the midst of a civil war and hadn't noticed until it was too late. Well, not too late, exactly - there was probably a way to get to the rogue lands safely. But she had gotten comfortable here. They had granted her a position as a lady, understanding that she was once royalty of another pride and would honestly be of little use in an actual pridal role. At this point, it would be disrespectful to the Mwezi as a whole to leave! Right? So she decided to stay and make it her home - no matter how difficult the rebellion seemed to be making it.
She almost scowled, but once again she internally stressed the fact that she really knew nothing. The rebels could be great individuals, after all - just because they were inconveniencing her didn't mean they were bad. Dareia had simply never met any of them, so she wasn't quite sure what to think... about them, or anything, really. If only there was someone around to teach her...
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