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Stupid flower! Why won't you talk?! The grumpy little white cub slapped the blossom with her paw, sending the petals to scatter in the light breeze. Around her hundreds of flowers more swayed in the same sea-scented air, almos seeming to mock her. Feeling unusually angry over yet another failure to make something her muse she tugged up a few in her mouth and shook them around like she would a mouse or other small bit of food. "Phto!" She spat them back out and huffed. "Dumb plants..."

She knew some of the lions she lived with could talk to the flowers and trees. She'd tried both, and so far neither had worked. She had no reason to doubt that the plants COULD talk--why would her family lie? But so far nothing wanted to talk to her. She knew some of her littermates had begun to hear the voices...She shivered, thinking of what it would mean if she couldn't find her muse.

She was imperfect, a lion, only part of a greater whole that had become disattached and turned into something else. If she couldn't find her muse...how would she turn back into what she was supposed to be one day? It would be terribly sad if she didn't...Well maybe she would try the sea again. Lots of the pride was part of that spirit, maybe this time it'd talk to her.

Oh GREAT. Iovit. Of all the people in the pride she could of run into it just HAD to be him. Just because he'd figured his muse out almost his first day looking he thought he was something special. He was always picking on her too, just because she didn't have a muse and would bow down to his high-and-mighty self. What did he think he could do? Get those smelly birds he talked to to poop on her? Well his muse fit at least, they stank and were filthy. And LOUD. Yes, his spirit was obviously from THAT muse.

"Hmmph," She turned her nose up at her brother. "There's a ton of flowers, one or two won't be missed. Besides, they'll just bloom again next year. If it's not my muse it's not my problem." She didn't like being so gruff, he just made her so mad. Wouldn't he feel like lashing out if his muse wouldn't talk to him? She had to admit he was right though. She probably shouldn't be acting up. Violence was the pride's number one no-no."

Despite his abuse she sat down beside him. For a long time she stared out at the sea, as if seeing something. Without looking at him she asked, "How did it feel? I mean...finding your muse. when you first heard it talk, how did you know?" She HATED asking HIM for help, but when she'd ask adults they just laughed and said she'd know when she felt it. Well what if she HAD felt it and not known that was what she was supposed to be feeling? Her brother was a braggart, she was sure she could goad him into telling if asking didn't work.

Her brother was arrogant, of course, whic was what she'd counted on to get her information. She felt some pangs of jealousy as he talked about his muse...felling like he belonged, like he didn't have to worry because he knew where he was destined to go. "What should I do then? Just sit around and wait for it to come find me? What if it's a fish or something, I can't just swim forever. If I don't go looking, I don't think it'll be able to find me." She harrumphed again. He said she was too aggressive in her search, but since she was a part of SOME spirit or other, surely it would understand. If she came from it, and supposedly would know her and lover her and welcome her despite anything, then why not? She'd obviously done something bad enough to be turned into a lion, she was pretty sure nothing she did now could be worse.

"I don't feel anything around here. Or anywhere in the pride. I've tried the sky, the clouds, the birds, waves, sand, fish, shells, crabs, swimmy-things, grass, trees, flowers, vines, bushes, rocks, dirt, even bugs and leaves and stuff!" She frowned and sighed. "It's like there's nothing left to try. I either missed something, or...whatever my muse is, wherever I came from, it's not here in the pride's lands." That was a thought. "Can muses live other places maybe?"