So the Seer's words had come to pass, at last. Though the fact of the Seer hadn't come to light for the pride as a whole - a curious thing, but it wasn't Tseva's place to say. Yes, she'd been here for well over a year now, birthed and raised a second litter here, but the former Jini-msemi still thought of herself in that way, as not truly being of the Mwezi'Johari.
Would it always be like that? She couldn't really say. Wasn't sure she wanted to. Gods all knew there was no going back to the swamps, not after that fire, and the mountain sure as hell wasn't home. At least here she had Avahk by her side, and that was worth much.
Especially with Shangyue's death. The pride seemed quiet after that, waiting with bated breath to see who the next King or Queen would be. At least it seemed like the rift between those who'd supported the cruel King and those who'd opposed him was healing. The lions who'd dwelt on the edges of the pride with Meshach had returned, and that was no small thing. The black lioness had seen and heard about how one of her sons had taken up with one of said former border-dwelling rebels. Now seemed like as good a time as any to get to know her prospective relatives.
"Good evening...Runa, is it?" she offered, approaching the younger lioness. This was, if she had figured ages and markings correctly, the mother of her would-be daughter-in-law.
