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 Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 1:56 pm
 The day was in full swing, and Busara had gotten up that morning to meet it. For the first time since she’d been here, she felt completely at peace. She was happy and free of concerns for the time being, and hopefully for the rest of her time here.
Thinking about it, she wasn’t exactly sure was had driven her to such madness in the first place. She was here for a purpose that she had set for herself and she would follow her own plans. Besides, they were good plans, she thought egotistically and laughing at herself. Laying out on one of the larger sun rocks, she soaked in the sun’s rays.
She had been laying there for a bit now, and her entire body was completely warm. It felt nice since she usually ventured out when the sun had already gone from the sky. Stretching out her limbs, she rolled over to her other side, allowing it to face the sun.
Sighing in contentment, she thought of things that she could do for the rest of the day.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 2:21 pm
 Today was a good day for Machweo. This meant that the sun was bright, the colors were intense, and that she had something in mind to study. The sunset-colored lioness trotted out of her den, a small feather delicately held in her mouth. She had found the feather the night before, and she wanted to see what it looked like in the full intensity of the day.
To the purpose, she carried it out, away from the dens, and over by a rock where she saw a familiar-looking gray lioness with a distinctively red tailtuft. Well, Machweo wouldn't be disturbing her overmuch, or at least she didn't think so.
She sat down next toe the rock and delicately plunked the feather down in a patch of strong sunlight, taking in the way the rays glinted off of what was - oh, a lovely pinkish-brown color, with the tiniest of white flecks! This was a beautiful find. In fact, she would almost dare to call it,
"Perfect..."
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 3:01 pm
Her eyes were half lidded and beginning to shut, and she was so close to drifting off into a nap that she almost didn’t hear it. Busara quirked her ear back as she heard the sound of someone approaching. For a moment, she considered seeing who it was, but she felt so comfortable and warm that she decided that she’d just wait for them to pass by.
Content to lay still a little while longer, Busara’s train of thought stopped abruptly as she heard whoever it was stop right next to the rock she was laying on. Well, it would be rude to simply ignore them wouldn’t it?
So, Busara rolling herself into a position where she was semi sitting up so that she could see who had come. “Oh! Hello Machweo!” Busara remembered the names of everyone from the group that she had traveled here with.
It had been the first group that she’d ever traveled with and now she lived among them, and she would never forget their names.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 2:51 pm
Machweo did not immediately look up at the other lioness, more focused on her prized feather and its brilliant colors than on the words that Busara was saying. At last, however, she lifted her gaze and blinked at the other female, tilting her head a bit in acknowledgement.
"Hello," she said at last, smiling softly.
"The colors are lovely here." This was Machweo-speak for what a nice place this was, and almost a way of asking how Busara was. The chances of anyone other than Machweo knowing that, however, were rather small. Soft eyes checked over the other female, making sure that she appeared healthy - a break in the coat or a matted look to the colors were all common indicators that something was wrong. Fortunately, Machweo noticed nothing, and returned her focus to her feather, pinning it carefully so that it wouldn't blow away in a sudden breeze.
"Today is nice," she added, trying to make herself understandable to those who preferred words over visuals.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 4:17 pm
Busara smiled at Machweo’s oddity. She was definitely an interesting lioness and not one to be easily forgotten. Busara thought that with someone like her around, life would never be boring here. “It is very lovely here in these lands.
I’ve never seen mountains like this before,” she said softly with sleep in her voice as she gazed out at the scenery. Clearing her throat, she sat up a bit to speak properly, “ how are you today?” Having settled down a bit, it was easier for Busara to appreciate all of the things that lay within the lands.
Seeing a flicker out of the corner of her eye, Busara looked down and noticed a feather that she held beneath her paw. She had seen Machweo with various objects here and there gazing at them in wonder. Thumping the red tuft at the end of her tail against the rock in thought, Busara simply figured that she liked colorful things or something.
“Oh that’s pretty, where did you find it?”
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 7:23 pm
Machweo nodded, a small smile spreading over her features as she contemplated the landscape. These lands truly were beautiful. "Mountains are very colorful," she said quietly, bending down to sniff lightly at her feather.
"The wind carried it to me." which was to say that she had simply found it, and took no note of where, precisely, it had come from. "It was a good day. Like today."
Machweo wasn't an idiot, she knew that she was an odd lioness in the eyes of others, but she would never change herself to fit in. No, colors were much more important than being one of a group. That didn't mean she had no appreciation for those who tried to understand her, though, and she cared greatly for her traveling companions, now pridemates.
"I am well. Are you?" There, she would ask in true words now, for the sake of her companion.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 1:08 am
“I see,” she said in response. In the corner of her mind, Busara absently wondered what kind of bird would have a feather like that. Birds hadn’t really been a common sight in her life and she hadn’t seen many of them.
She did have to agree with Machweo though, today and the day before it had both been very quiet and calming. The storm that had been raging in her mind and heart seemed to have been alleviated by some unseen force around her.
Sitting here near the pink lioness gave Busara more appreciation for her new home. There were wonders of nature here in these lands that Busara hadn’t ever seen neither in the desert nor in the home that she was born in. Her first home had been more something of a very small rain forest.
“I am well thank you,” she said as her mind threatened to retreat elsewhere. Gazing curiously at her companion, Busara began to wonder where she herself had come from. So she asked lightly, “Machweo, if you don’t mind me asking, where did you live before coming here?”
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 1:23 pm
Machweo wasn't particularly focused on where her feather had come from, or what the bird it came from was. No, all that she cared about was the beauty of the colors, the subtle sheen to the feather, the slightest hints of other colors that she could only just make out.
She was so focused on this that she almost missed Busara's next question. She had to pause in order to think of it, and she tilted her head, never once lifting her gaze from her feather. "Many places. Mostly alone. I am... distant, my family did not want me," she said quietly. "The land was plain, there were very few colors."
Machweo didn't like to think of her life before. That was as clear as she could possibly get in explaining it.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 6:05 pm
Busara contemplated Machweo in curiosity. Sometimes she wished that she could speak her abstract language to understand what was really going on behind her teal eyes. “Your family didn’t want you? How awful,” Busara nearly whispered in thought.
She couldn’t imagine any reason for a family to not want one of it’s own. Especially a cub. Growing up, Busara had been so tightly bound to her parents that she could not even think of her life without them. Nevertheless, she let the subject drop as it seemed that it was trending into deep waters.
“Well, then I’m glad that you’re here with us in this vibrant place.” She hadn’t ever asked any of the others why they had come here, but for whatever reason, she felt compelled to at this moment. “I’m sure that these lands will be good for all of us.”
Pausing for a moment, she added in,“Except maybe for Rasmas.” Busara knew that she would not join a pride like this if she were male. At least she knew that she would never have to worry about having to leave. She hoped for his sake that he had good luck with this pride.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 7:29 pm
Machweo shrugged. She had long ago come to terms with the fact that her family had believed themselves quite better off without her. She had her own family now, after all - wasn't that what a pride was, after a fashion? "They were unable to understand," she said simply.
She could go into detail, mention how they thought her insane, but that was unimportant. Instead, she would focus on this new home, and all of the colors that surrounded her.
"Vibrant, indeed. There are many colors to be found here" she paused, and smiled. "I enjoy this place."
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 11:19 pm
A light breeze ran over Busara as the day began to cool with the sun not hanging directly over them. It had felt so nice earlier that she had come and laid on this rock. Laying there, she thought about all that had happened since she had meet Machweo and the others that had been in the group.
Everything had gone well for them thus far, and things only looked like they were getting better. “Yes,” she simply said softly in response to the pink lioness. Despite what any of their pasts may have been, they had all ultimately ended up here, and their lives were now entwined. The future had never looked so......safe and predictable. She laughed to herself at the thought.
Her stomach chose that exact moment to announce that Busara had not eaten yet today. Well, she supposed that was her cue to find something to eat. Slowly standing and stretching out her warm limbs, she prepared to move on with her day. Taking one last look at Machweo before leaping from the rock, she said to her,
“We’ll be fine.”
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The day was in full swing, and Busara had gotten up that morning to meet it. For the first time since she’d been here, she felt completely at peace. She was happy and free of concerns for the time being, and hopefully for the rest of her time here. 
