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 Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2017 6:17 pm
 Her cubs were growing up. Already they were seeking teachers. Some she had been worried about, particularly Itsaso, but now all were doing well. She had been delighted when one of her sons had chosen to become a Abungu like herself. Unfortunately for him, there wasn't many, so there wasn't much choice in a teacher for him. She hoped he'd be alright with it.
Meltem had sent the rest of her cubs off to their lessons then arranged to meet Povu at her workshop. She got there early and sat in the middle, breathing deeply. She loved the smell of dried herbs. Really what she was doing was thinking about how she'd teach her son. Where to start? There was simply just so much to learn. Each plant, where it grew, what part was useful, for what, how to prepare it. On and on. She had remind herself that he wouldn't learn it all in a day or few.
Mahina had followed the lioness into the workspace. She'd found that she too had a task to do here. Little rodents and things also liked the dried herbs and what not Meltem collected. The young serval found she could "dis-sway" the vermin from destroying too much. They also made a great snack for a growing kit. Provided she could catch it. She was after all still just a kit herself and learning what she could and could not do.
The dark kit prowled around and poked in the dark corners. Even if she couldn't catch them all she could scare them off for a time. As she got older and more experienced, Mahina knew she'd become a better hunter and fewer of the critters would get away from her.
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2017 2:05 am
 As a cub, Povu hadn't expressed much interest in doing anything that might get his paws dirty. His siblings used this against him, trying to wrestle him near mud, but once Povu showed that he had the capacity to fight back (he would do anything not to get dirty) his littermates stayed away and left to find their own paths, while Povu chose what appeared to be, in his mind, as the least dirty profession: that of an Abungu.
This decision wasn't something he was pressured into, but he would be lying if he said his mother didn't play some role in his decision, though likely it was unknowingly. He admired his mother, who seemed so elegant and tidy and he aspired to like her in more than looks. Additionally, sorting dried herbs all day hardly seemed like it might get him anywhere near dirt, so he was happy to choose that particular job, rather than being asked to do any manner of field work. He shuddered at the thought as he headed towards his mother's workshop.
Today would mark the beginning of his lessons and he was beyond pleased that his mother would be the one teaching him everything. He had no familiar trailing behind him, though he desperately desired one. Soon, he thought. When he became an adult, he would have all the knowledge of a proper Abungu and (hopefully) a serpentine familiar to aid him in his work. With a look of excitement in his face, he increased his pace and soon came upon his mother.
"Hello, Mother!" He purred pleasantly, sitting himself before her and waiting expectantly.
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2017 7:18 pm
belloblossom I'm so sorry this took so long!
For her son's first lesson she decided upon simple tasks around her workshop. As he got older she'd start taking him out on longer and longer trips. Meltem reminded herself not to get ahead; one step at a time.
Mahina squeezed out from between some bundles of herbs after she'd made quite sure that that particular mouse wouldn't be back any time soon. The dark serval peered up at the two remarkably similar lions. The young male took remarkably after his mother in coloring. “I guess you’re going to talk about plant goop and what not now?” Not that it really bothered her what they did or didn’t talk about. The young kit didn’t have much interest in plants really. The scent of lion close by tended to keep most critters hunkered down in hiding. Mahina wandered over to the tiny bed Meltem had made there for her.
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2017 11:32 pm
Povu grinned when he saw his mother and sat down beside her in her workshop. His smile faltered a little at the comment that her familiar made and he glanced at his mother. He wouldn't ask the question allowed, he did have some idea of manners, after all, but he couldn't understand why she bothered having a familiar that wasn't as enthusiastic about her job. So, he just sniffed haughtily and refrained from saying anything at all to the young kit at his paws.
"Yes, Mother-er, would you prefer me to call you Meltem, while I'm in the workshop?" He didn't want to be disrespectful, he wanted to be the best apprentice he could be! At any rate, he was here to learn and so while his first question might not be the most appropriate, he quickly followed it up with, "What are we working on today?" to try and save him from any sort of embarrassment.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2017 9:05 pm
The lioness gave an amused glanced toward the serval kit. “Only to the un-initiated is it ever ‘plant goop’ Mahina.” She knew the serval was teasing them. As the kit had gotten older she’d been able to interest her in ‘plant goop’ talk too; despite her pretended disinterest at the moment. “To answer your question though, in a sense we are.”
Meltem chuckled at her son’s question. “Whatever you feel comfortable with Povu.” Sometimes youngsters got sensitive about acknowledging their parents. If he was happy to continue calling her mother, she’d be content with it. She nodded at his question and his eagerness to learn. “First and most importantly, how to store the herbs you will eventually be gathering. What is the use of gathering if you can’t save them for when you need them?”
Mahina gave an amused snort and a twitch of her ear. “Goop is goop.” She almost kept the laugh out of her voice at the young male’s haughty sniff. Despite heading over to her bed, the kit intended to listen in on the herb talk. It would help her understand how she could help too, like keeping the rodents away. She’d been too small the first few times Meltem had brought her here to do anything. It hadn’t been hard to hear the rodents and see the lioness ineffectively trying to shoo them away. That had been when the idea for her role had hit upon her.
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2017 8:33 pm
Povu let out a relieved sigh when his mother told him he could call her whatever he chose.
"Mother it is, then." He replied with a smile, before he scooted closer to his mother, eager to learn whatever she was going to teach him that day. Even if the serval kitten called it plant goop, he wouldn't listen to her. He just hoped that it wasn't as slimy or goopy as she made it sound... He really hated getting any sort of mess on his fur and shuddered at the thought of it.
When his mother asked him a question, he looked at her quizzically. Was that a rhetorical question? Better to be safe than sorry he thought as he replied, yet he couldn't hide the uncertainty in his voice.
"There isn't a use of gathering herbs if you can't save them? They'd just dry out and become useless, rather than being able to help our pride mates."
He answered.magnadearel Sorry for the delay! I'm totally still interested in this RP! heart
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2017 9:04 pm
belloblossom No worries! Thank you for continuing!
"Most of what you see here is dried Povu. It's important for you to learn what and how to gather the plants, dry them, and preserve them, so they don't loose their potency. If we didn't take care of that, what we give our pridemates would be exactly what Mahina calls it, plant goop." She chuckled, "can you imagine me trying to make all these plants grow in here all the time?"
Mahina half closed her eyes as she watched and listened to them. She was grateful her mother wasn't all mushy over her. In fact her mother had let her go soon as she'd decided to attach herself to Meltem. The tip of her tail twitched idly. "Our herbs aren't just for us either. The healer comes looking for specific herbs too." The young feline felt compelled to add into the conversation.
She thought it was interesting that the same herbs could be used for such different things. And Meltem had to know both ways or more. It was nice of Thais to tell them exactly what she wanted if Meltem didn't already know.
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Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2017 5:58 pm
Povu let out a noise of embarrassment at his mother's teasings,
before he did as he was bid, gazing around the area. He glanced back at her when she spoke and nodded with a smile.
"I imagine it would be more like a jungle than a workshop in that instance."
He remarked. "Is that what we're working on today? Drying the herbs?"
There was notable eagerness in his voice. He wasn't eager to get his paws messy, but he genuinely wanted to learn this trade, regardless of what the serval-kit had to say about it.
Yet, when the kit did speak up, he turned glanced at her, before turning a questioning look onto his mother.
"What does she mean?" He asked, hoping there wasn't an obvious answer he didn't know, for dislike of looking foolish in front of others.
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Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2017 6:51 pm
Meltem chuckled to herself as her son's clear embarrassment. She tried not to embarrass her children too often in public, but it never hurt to remind them who they were. Her collection of herbs had started out tiny, but as she grew familiar with the area and learned what herbs it had to offer, her cupboards had filled out nicely.
She laughed, “yes or worst! Mahina or I would get lost. Not to mention we don’t have the time to constantly tend plants that do just as well out on their own.” Meltem was so proud of how eager her son was! “Yes we can.” She gestured with a paw toward a pile of fresh leaves in a shallow basket. “These need to be laid out in the sun to dry properly. They must be turned regularly.” The lioness glanced at Mahina for her to explain her own words.
Mahina gave a sniff that the cub, alright adolescent, hadn’t asked her outright. Boys. She saw the lioness give her a look to expand on her comment. The lioness was probably testing her too. “I mean that we share. Herbs often have more than one use. A herb that works for us, may also cure an illness. The healer comes by to ask for specific herbs.”
One such time had occurred recently. There wasn’t enough of it in stock. Mahina was still too young to go long a long trek, so Meltem had had to leave by herself to fetch the herb that the healer had requested.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2018 2:23 pm
Povu listened to his mother intently and nodded slowly. He thought of the Eir, who had to tend to everyone's wounds when they were hurt. He had little problem, he thought to himself, with cleaning others scrapes and wounds, but anything more dramatic than that, like curing an illness? It sounded far too complicated. He liked his job as an Abungu-in-training much more.
He looked a little sheepish when his mother's kit familiar started to speak and listened to her with wide, duel-colored eyes.
"That makes sense." He remarked finally and then. "I look forward to learning more from you. Both of you, I mean." He added, glancing shyly at the serval kit, having realized she may know more about his mother's trade, despite him being older than her, or so it seemed to him, since he was so much bigger.
So, settling in to ask more questions and learn more about being an Abungu,
Povu set to work to learn all he could and more about his mother's and soon to be his, job.
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