Kamaria could tell by Katavi's expression that she had become upset with their conversation. Katavi was clearly not the most gentle of lionesses, but perhaps more than the naive lioness knew. Nodding at her words, Kamaria began forward and approached the mistweaver lands. A few steps into her travels, she paused and then looked back to the black lioness, an aggressive expression on her face.
"Strength is not only physical and even if my body dies, I have survived the loss of my father, and slow demise of my own mother who sacrificed herself for my safety. My mother died, wrapped around me, still attempting to keep my body warm. And although I know little of your story, I do not feel anyone has the right to claim that another has no strength."
The lioness's brow was furrowed as she spoke. Never had she become so upset by another's words. She could not return to Katavi, even when the lioness had offered so much insight into what she was facing. Turning away suddenly, Kamaria continued on.
