The God of Chivalry circled over unfamiliar lands thoughtfully, watching the grass as it swayed listlessly in the savannah below. There was a light wind, which picked up the higher he flew, creating strong up gusts that gave him fun little swoops to glide right back down to earth on. It was a lazy kind of morning, and he was enjoying the simplicity of letting the wind do what it wanted with him.
It was relaxing.
He caught sight of a form moving along the yellow grass, standing out because it was green. It was not moving particularly fast, though much faster than a bush might so he could immediately rule out the idea of it being some sort of ambulatory vegetation. Interested, if only because it gave him something new to focus on, he moved through the air toward the ground. It was always strange, the idea of a lion flying without wings.
But so it was: he had no grand wings to spread and flap. He could only fly with the powers given to him as a God, and would not know what it felt like to have the capacity to do it without magic. He envied birds sometimes, even when he was flying beside them, though he always nodded politely and gave way to them.
Wembejani looked up in wonder as he saw a shadow growing larger over him. It moved over him and he turned his head slowly to follow its path, seeing the lion as it settled into the grass not too far from him. He tilted his head in wonder and interest, though it was benign and rather polite. He nodded his head slowly at the large lion that had fallen, gracefully, from the sky. It did not take much of a jump in his mind to realize that he was staring at a God.
"Hello," he said evenly.
"Good afternoon. My name is Talfrid. I saw you walking around, and thought I might say hello." He smiled pleasantly at the other, and Wembejani arched one of his furry eye brows. He was a very laid back sort of guy, not particularly upset by things. Even things that were out of the blue and definitely not what one might consider normal. He had never seen a flying lion before, after all, but he did not react to it any more than he would have if it were a regular lion walking up to him, not dropping from the clouds.
He tried not to yawn.
"My name is Wembejani. I was just, you know... strolling. It was not interesting until just now, though."
"Well, I suppose I'm in the same situation. Similar, anyway, though I was in the air. But I am glad to meet new lions. Would you mind if I asked you where you were going? If you are connected to a pride?"
The green lion looked thoughtful as the God asked him questions he did not think were particularly interesting or unique. He was just another lion in a large land full of them, after all, so why was his story even remotely interesting to something that was all powerful and incredibly worldly. That was the impression he got for the God, at least, who seemed to ooze some sort of energy that the mortal lion did not have the capacity to really understand. The very idea made his head feel muddy, and he desperately tried to think about something else.
It was much too much hassle.
"I do not have a pride, no, though I'm thinking about joining one. I don't know, if I find on that's nice, or if I can find someone who wants to take me in, I guess. I'm not really too worried about it. I've been around too long to really worry about anything any more." He grinned and shook his head, his fluffy mane bouncing back and forth. He was very fluffy, to say the least, and he did not take too much care to make sure every lick of fur was in place. He was just not worried about that sort of thing.
Or many other things, really.
Talfrid nodded. He was not out here, at least not today, to plug the Tokakinji. It was too far away, really, to make it a feasible option at the moment. And he did not want to push a home on this lion, who was clearly happy out on his own, following his own pace. It was a vibe that Talfrid got from the green lion. Or maybe it was just judging by his appearance and his attitude. He was relaxed, calm, and rotund. Well fed, to be nice about it, but obviously not lacking for anything in his life at the moment. If one could find peace and happiness in the day to day, they were succeeding more than most others. Wembejani carried himself, Talfrid decided, like a lion who was happy.
Even if he was slow and quiet and not really smiling.
"Well, I hope you do find that place, some day. I have a home, a pride, but it is far away from this place. Far enough, anyway, that it would be easy for me to get there, but not so much for you. Though, if you are ever in that direction," he nodded, "I may come to find you, and show you my home."
"I'd like that. Uh. Talfrid."
It was a little weird, since they had only just met, and Wembejani was not even sure of the guy's name right off the top of his head. But it was fine, the lion God was clearly nice and meant no harm to the green mortal. He imagined if Talfrid wanted to, he could rip Wembe into pieces with a wink. Which was not really something Wembejani wanted to experience, and it really was not the way he wanted to go out.
He would avoid it if he could.
"I will leave you to your walking, though if you get bored, I may still be above you, somewhere." Talfrid grinned and then bowed, to which Wembe nodded his head awkwardly. It was not quite a bow but too big to be a legitimate nod. He cleared his throat and forgot about it, letting it slide out of his mind like water off a duck's back. The God took to the air again, and was soon out of sight.
Wembejani sighed, then resumed his pace from before, as if nothing had stopped him.
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