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 Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 6:07 am
 It had been a week or so since Nailah had last seen the big lion that she had seen by the oasis. She padded through the temple halls, ready for another day as one of the temple's nannies. She was getting used to her job now, knowing when cubs would need a gentle scolding, and knowing when to praise them. It was safe to assume that she was seasoned, but not as seasoned as her seniors.
It was a little early though, and she had an hour or so to kill before any of the cubs would actually toddle in, sometimes half asleep and stumbling. It was better to be a little earlier than it was to be late though right?
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 9:59 am
 The scribe had been up since before dawn, working on his own 'classes' with another of the pride's scribes. Akhenaten was a very smart lion, but having been from another pride he had lacked knowledge of the dawnwalker's history and particular religious foibles. It was these gaps in his knowledge that he was rapidly filling, to the extent that his mentor was somewhat surprised by his mental ability .. at least considering his relative age. For he was a fully matured lion of middling age and should have been, according to Prontius, less accepting of the new beliefs. But Akhenaten was a practical lion and as such, each dawn was spent with one of the other, older scribes learning, then he moved onto his lessons with the pride's youth, who's requirements his own personal knowledge could easily fulfill for the time being. After all, the stars looked the same no matter what pride's land you stood upon.
Padding quietly down the halls, a bag of various coloured stones in his mouth, the scribe was on his way to his first lesson of the morning. He was early of course, for he wanted to have time to set up his lesson before the cubs arrived and made it impossible to get everything set out in its rightful place. Far easier to prevent them playing with the stones when he could use his full concentration in watching them, than try and do so while he was busy with calculations.
The sound of footsteps reached his ears from an interconnecting hall and he paused, large head turning to glance down it. For he knew those footsteps, which was still a rare enough thing to make him stop and wait for their owner.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 10:30 am
To be honest though, Nailah couldn't help but feel a bit guilty that she was spending more time as a nanny to the other cubs of the pride than her younger siblings that were born a few months ago. Well, if she got off early today, perhaps she could make it up to them and take them somewhere. She didn't know where, but she would definitely be spending time with them later.
She slowed down however, as she was near the familiar hall where she could be looking after the cubs for today. But, she also recognized the scent of someone familiar. The lioness couldn't place who it was, but she definitely knew it was someone she had met. She continued at her slow pace, trying to think of who it could be before she saw the lion.
Nevertheless, Nailah had reached the corner of the interconnecting hall, and had an inkling of who it was. She peeked over the wall wondering if it was indeed who she thought it was and gasped rather loudly.
"O-oh!"
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 6:21 pm
Being rather a bit taller than the female he had been able to watch her coming towards him. Her graceful step and the rich golden colour of her fur that shone in the low light of the temple ruins made her seem almost ethereal, a delicate dream come to ease some of the loneliness that had weighted down on his broad shoulders for far too long. Yet the imaginary dream popped as she spoke, only to be replaced with a far more precious one within reality, for she had stopped and spoken.. for him, to him. A rare smile curled across his muzzle for the briefest of moments as he inclined his head to her, the gesture noble and unfailingly polite, yet also just the slightest bit decadent as to be playful.
"Greetings Nailah. It is a pleasure to see you again. How are you fairing this day?" The large lion regarded her with his pale blue eyes, their gaze soft, gentled in her presence yet he was unfailingly polite and just reserved, as he had been the first time they had met. He was genuinely happy to see her again though he was not entirely certain why, she was a friendly face in a sea of strangers and her warm youthful temperament was appealing to the old, displaced warrior.
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