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Nyunya, the delicate, pretty juvenile lioness, was, at this moment, trotting through the grasses close to where the God reclined. It wasn't a fast pace, but the panting the little female was doing suggested she'd been doing something extrenuous before this.

Because of this heavy breathing, she was not moving silently across the land, as she usually would. Her unconcern about stealth didn't help, either. She was careless of where she set her paws, snapping twigs and kicking stones. But so intent is she on her slow run that she, herself, does not notice the God lying nearby.

She stopped as she heard his voice, her chest heaving beneath the white fur. Lot of strangers in these parts, weren't there? Although this one looked different than the others. It was probably the feathers she could see stuck to his back, it looked like. Never occured to her that they were actually wings.

"Fire?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him even as she tried to control her breathing. She was training herself, actually, although she'd never tell anyone that. Training to have the stamina to travel. Not that she didn't think she could get rides off her personal big yellow bodyguard, but it didn't really seem fair.

"No fire. I'm just running." She tilts her head at him, looking him up and down with crimson eyes. "And who are you?"

"God, huh?" she asks sceptically, eyeing him up and down again. She had expected Gods to look... better, somehow. Bigger, maybe, and more grand. Not some purple lion who looked fairly ordinary apart from the feathers on his back. But maybe he wasn't a God.

"Prove it. Then I'll tell you my name." Ah, her unpleasantness was showing itself this morning. It flicked on and off like a light switch. The last two strangers she'd met here had been priveleged enough to see her more cheerful and kind side. Today, apparently, she'd woken up on the wrong side of the den.

Well, that certainly looked like fun. She imagined it would be quite interesting, to be able to walk on air. "It'll do," she agrees, nodding. "Fair's fair. I'm Nyunya, though most are too lazy to say it fully and call me Ny instead."

She sat slowly, curling her tail around her paws, letting her head tilt to the other side. "So what brings you here, Limbuko, God of Pleasure?" Oh, and not only was she fairly unpleasant today, she was also nosey. Pretty and sweet she may look, but every rose has its thorn.

"My pink fur?" she asks, surprised. Not that she didn't receive admiration for her fur; she just hadn't expected it from him. When one has feathers and can levitate and the Gods alone knew what else, a pretty salmon pink tuft on the top of one's head doesn't seem all that special.

"Interests you, does it? I don't know where it comes from. My father, I suppose, but as for who he is..." She shrugs absently, not particularly concerned with the identity of the lion who had made up the other half of her. With her two mothers, what need did she have for a father? She lacked nothing in life, as far as she could see.

She had to agree with that; she'd been all over the Mistie lands, and others she glimpsed didn't have the same colourings as her, or even close. Well, except Rahima. They both have salmon colouring, but Rahima's was hidden in her red fur, a thing that wasn't always noticed. She had never really connected Rahima's colouring to this anonymous father, even though hers and the red femme's were the same shade. It had never really occured to her to consider it. Now, though... Now, she began to wonder.

She pushed the thoughts aside, but resolving to ask Rahima about what she was starting to suspect as soon as she could. With a little shake of her salmon head, she turns back to meeting his eyes. "No, not particularly. Exploring makes me happy, and sometimes running is a part of that," she says simply, with a shrug of her slight shoulders.

She tilts her head, staring at him as though the answer was obvious, and that only a simpleton wouldn't get it. "Something worth finding, of course," she replies. "I know these lands like the back of my paw, though, so those things are now few and far between."

Of course, it wasn't every day one met a God. She had found something this day that she'd neverr before encountered, but a few floating tricks and a spot of illusion weren't enough to make him truly interesting. It would take a bit more than that to keep him on her mind after they had parted ways.