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It seemed like everytime this small, red cub opened his eyes, there was someone cooing over him and bright colors dangled over his head. These were the symbols he attached his life force to, the essence of home. The cooing also seemed to be coming from outside of the den his brothers and sisters were living in. Everytime he heard the high pitched squaking-coo noises the blonde tail tuff attached by a red vine to his emotions flicked happily and he began to purr. Akanni, as he was getting used to being called, was the eldest male out of the last litter born (in secret) before the Goddess of Peace arrived to the Kizingo'Zaa lands. His mother called him her little Song Dreamer, for when the birds began to sing for the cubs he would dance and purr right along.

Now that Akanni was getting a little stronger, he began to get more curious about the lights and noises outside of the den. One day after his post-feeding nap, he awoke to discover his siblings and mother were still passed out, it was the chirping that brought him to this plane; that, and his sister kicking him in her own dreamland. If he was going to discover what those noises were, now would be his chance. There were no mamas to pick him up, he wasn't worried that she would be upset at all, what kind of trouble could he possibly get into?

It's not surprising Akanni got out unnoticed, he's so small he makes barely no noise at all without trying. Now outside he began to wonder from the cave, trying to find the source of the noises. Perhaps it was another one of Mother's friends coming to see him and give him love, he needed to find out. But there were so many things bigger than him, he didn't even know where to look and he was now farther than he had imagined possible away from the den of safety.

Akanni had seen the large brown blob in the distance, but he had dismissed it as another one of the tall brown trees. When he heart the voice the cub literally lost his footing, tried to catch himself by crossing his paws but inevitably got stuck and fell over.

The cub laid there with an indignet huff for a moment, admiring this view of the trees with the green leaves then remembered whom he had heard and stood back up quickly. It took him a second to process the information coupled with a question to him. No one said he was the brightest crayon in the box.

"Akanini." Wait. That wasn't right. "Akanni." That's the one. He had meat another Uncle already, so this was sort of a familiar term. Dhuoro.. Dhoru." Satisfied now with his slight speech impediment under control he smiled and began to purr and weaving in and out of the lions paws, waiting for him to begin adorning him.

If this was a trap, take this cub away and call him Sally.
He mewed softly and looked up at the Uncle guy and mewed softly, "Hello."

The purr from the older big brown lion posted a victory sign up for Akanni and he sported his pride with his head up high and a little bit of a trot in his step as he now walked in a circle around the four stumps the big tree walked on.

"Ohmuhgosh! The noises." Akanni paused and waited for the chirping to start again so he could identify it for his Uncle. Big lions like Dhoru were there to love, help and do whatever the cute cubby wanted them to in his opinion at this point, so of course he would help him find the origin of the noise.

When the birds chirped again he jumped up and down, "Find it find it find it!" Then he nodded ecstatically.

Akanni's electric blue eyes enlarged to the size of his oversized paws as he noted Uncle TreeStump here as awesomest in his world. Vigorously he nodded in agreement.

"Yeah yeahyeah!" But then he remembered the agreement and put his paws flat against his ears and tail between his legs. Oops. Like a mouse. For a moment he thought about how to interpret this, so he did so literally and flattened his body to the ground.

"Ready as a mouse." He whispered.

Now it was Akanni's turn to mimic Uncle Tree, it hadn't occurred to him how to move this low to the ground until he saw the older lion. The red cub was doing so well, he allowed his attention to wander to a rock nearby and he lost his footing, skidding to the ground. "Oof." He managed to whisper.

Thankfully Uncle Tree had come to a stop. The limb had pointed in a direction Akanni hadn't looked in before, up to the top of the rest of the trees, and in them the most beautiful, colorful creatures he had ever, and figured would ever see. They made the most beautiful music, a purr rumbled deep in the pit of Akanni's chest and a bubbling in his stomach. This had been quite an adventure and now he was hungry, but too silently transfixed to notice.

The most recent litter of the Queen would be the last to be gifted/cursed with the probability of muses for the Kizi. In life this would bring Akanni a sense of entitlement for a carefree lush lifestyle, but for now it meant a calling to a life force or a muse. When the Goddess left, her print remained in the young gypsy price's soul. But there weren't any words in the red cub's vocabulary to describe what he felt or thought of the 'they'.

"Yes. Perdy. What 'they'?" Fragmented phrases was the mark of Akanni's transfixed state. There was warmth in his chest, and a serenity he had yet to experience or have any other emotions so strong to compare it to thus far.

A short and simple name for a short and simple creature, it was poetry. "Songbirds" Akanni repeated, for it was all he could really do. Very slowly the cub began to sway back and forth in rhythm to the captivating melody and he felt his eyelids getting heavy, then a larger than life yawn eclipsed his eyesight just long enough for them to realize they wanted to be shut. Rubbing his tongue on the roof of his mouth, Akanni made small wet clicking noises. The sleeping usually came next, and there was nothing he could do to prevent it at this point.

Very simply Akanni laid down, wrapped his tail around his rump and began to purr. He would be content to sleep here in the sun and listen to the songbird sing all day.