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Sebor wasn't one to complain much. Times hard been hard in the rouge lands and she had learned from experience that whining did nothing to help. Now that she was in a pride, however, she had expected life to be much easier. And while it was true that food and water were no longer a worry, common courtesy was hard to come by. The Stormborn were a strong group of lions and Sebor had thought that the females in the pride were considered equals and not home makers, but she had found out she had been wrong. Instead of being welcomed and brought to go viking, she had been scoffed at and ignored by the general population of males.

There were a few that had shown at least a bit of decency, but the kindness she was used to growing up was gone. Her own giving personality was stunted here, and her gruff side came out more often than not just so she wouldn't be walked over. It was tiresome and, in all honesty, was starting to wear her down. Soon it would either be give in and become some sort of den keeper, or leave. She had fought so hard to be allowed in, though. She didn't want to just give it up.

With a sigh she headed to the border to get away from the males that ignored her and the females that were content with their lot in life. As she walked she glanced up at the sky, squinting in the sun. "Is there no one that respects females here?" she muttered to herself, batting at a bone on the ground that had probably belonged to some small animal. "And not just in a tolerating way, not in an objective way. These males are pigs," she muttered to herself.

Finally she stopped and sat under a tree, letting out a slow breath, her head held down in defeat. "Perhaps this wasn't the right place for me," she said quietly. No male would take a mate that was a strong-minded as her, that much was obvious, so it wasn't even as if she had children to keep her busy and teach properly.

The disembodied voice startled Sebor enough that her claws came out and she adopted a defensive stance. She hadn't heard anyone coming up, but after a quick glance around, it was obvious no one had. Not in any conventional way, at least. Something caught her eye above her, and her orange eyes widened when they rested on the floating lion. He was standing in mid-air, he was massive, he was decorated in very fancy cloth, and on top of all that, he called her 'my lady' when he came to rest on the ground. She had to be dreaming.

Narrowing her eyes suspiciously and fur bristling at her own shock, she drew away from the stranger. She hadn't survived in the rouge lands for as long as she had by trusting odd lions that she'd come across, and there had certainly been plenty. This one, though...this one took the prize.

"Who are you?" she asked instead while subtly pressing her claws into her paw. Yup, it hurt. She wasn't dreaming. "What are you?" Some sort of mutant perhaps? She hadn't been raised to believe in gods, and had no knowledge of them whatsoever. "You're certainly not from around here," she added a bit bitterly, the kind words and the gentle demeanor of the other lion finally reaching her brain now that the shock had worn off just a bit.

A god. Sebor was stunned into silence for a few minutes as she thought about that information. It would make sense since he had been flying just mere moments ago. Still suspicious, she eyed him as he gave her his name. Talfrid.

"Sebor," she returned, her manners taking over despite her wariness. The question made her snort, and she looked away to roll her shoulders, trying to loosen up. She had never thought about gods before, but the whispers she had heard of them had been fear-instilling creatures. This god was not scary in the least, even if he was huge. He was kind, which was a refreshing breath of air, but very odd all the same.

"Treated well," she echoed, turning to look back at Talfrid. "I am well fed, there is lots of room to roam, dens to be had, water cool and fresh. For things I need to survive, I am very well treated. But this pride has no respect for females. We are den-keepers to them, trophies to be won on raids, good for raising cubs and little else. I think the worst of it is that many of the females I've met are fine with this way of living."

Sebor lowered her head just a bit as Talfrid spoke. Find a new home...she was sad to admit that the thought had crossed her mind a few times since she had arrived. It would be easy to slip away and she was sure no one would be sad to see her go. But the look on some of the female's faces was what kept her here, the occasional male that didn't think the treatment of the females was right. She knew she could make a difference here with enough lions on her side.

"I would be lying if I said I hadn't thought about that," she admitted. "But they do suit me here. Their demeanor and rough around the edges personalities. It's just this one way of thought that I can't ignore. Seeing the females walk around as they do, and the males strutting about...I need to make them see that this isn't right."

She lifted her head again, a determined look on her face. "I just need help in persuading them. A few friendly faces on my side to help spread the word. There are a few males here with the same mindset but don't speak out for fear of being exiled, I'm sure. The king here is not a kind lion in that respect. You-"

She paused, realizing a bit belatedly that this was a god she was speaking with. Even though she had never met one before, she felt as though a bit of care and kindness with her words wouldn't go amiss. "If you happen to know anyone that might assist me in persuading the lions to change their ways, I'd be very appreciative." She doubted he did, but hey...it never hurt to ask.

Sebor nodded slightly. Of course...it wouldn't be very chivalrous of him to go in to someone else's home and tell them how to live. She supposed that might be why so many of the Stormborn looked down on her and her ways: because she was an outsider. She had won her way in, certainly, but she hadn't been born and raised there.

A thought suddenly struck her, and despite her confidence, she could feel herself blushing under her fur. "There...is actually a way I just thought of that might be helpful," she said quietly. "Those born here have a stronger say than new 'recruits' if you will, born outside their lands and brought in or who fight their way in, as I did. So...hearing these ideas from those that were born here might help sway some of them."

Sebor paused, clearing her throat. "I don't mean to sound rude in asking, but..." She trailed off, wondering if the god would guess on his own. Shaking her head just a bit at her own foolishness, she pressed on. "I know we hardly know one another, but...honestly cubs. Would be something you could do for me. That would help."

She could raise them with the beliefs she saw fit. The Stormborn way was a proud one, and she appreciated their way of living aside from how they treated females. To have two or three, or even a few more strong males and females growing up and living in the pride as true Vikings...well. It really would help.

Sebor let out a slow breath as the god was both tactful and genuine in his reply. That had gone better than she had expected. Sebor was by no means an old lioness, but she was certainly older than most mothers by this point. She had yet to find a male to stand her ways to stick around long enough to sire her a family, and she had been too occupied with keeping herself alive to worry about cubs. Now, though, she didn't have the latter to worry about, and Talfrid certainly wouldn't be sticking around even if he was a nice guy.

"Yes, I don't think any males here any time soon will be giving me cubs," she said quietly. "So. I thank you in advance for the assistance." She shook her head and cleared her throat just a bit. "Is there anything I can do for you in return? I know you're a god and probably don't need much but...I can't stand to see a favor gone unpaid."

Sebor blew upwards just a bit as Talfrid replied, and if she had had any sort of fringe hanging in her eyes it would have shifted from the air. She nodded, though, taking his word for what it was worth. She'd let it go this time, but perhaps later on in life there'd be something she could do for him.

"Well...thank you. No time like the present, I suppose," she added, deciding to treat the next few minutes as professionally as she could. "My den isn't far, if you'll follow me." She turned and headed back in the direction of her home, assuming the god would follow. She let out a slow breath as she walked, keeping her head held high. This was the best she could do, she realized. Raise cubs from start to finish, give them the opportunity to be whoever they were going to be, but let them know that females weren't second class creatures. With Talfrid as their father she was sure they'd be gentle creatures, and with her genes there was no doubt they would fight - even if it was only verbally - for what was right.