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 Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 10:12 am
Deciding that she was out of hot water from the looks of her father, Roho relaxed a little, glancing at him for a moment as he talked to the older lion who resembled her mother so. A darker Ekevu. This had become very serious, as the wheels in her head started turning, and she started to understand the situation a little more.
Hearing her father murmur the words only helped the though process, and her eyes widened in a dawning of realization as she looked at him. This was the father that Jamala had blessed with his words, but Ekevu would speak little of. Lifting her head a little in respect, she glanced up at Kijibwa, eyebrows raised. She had a grandfather! He was real, it felt like a dream; not the kind that she seered, the real kind, that gave you a good feeling.
Feeling a bubble of giddiness come up when he started talking to her, Roho smiled widely to the taken aback Kijibwa, flickering her tail a little.
"Thank you, Sir." She piped up, "She resembles you a lot, so I guess I take from you too. It's a pleasure to meet you, I heard a lot about you when I was younger. I'm sorry again for startling you . . . I guess this is shocking for both of us!" It was one thing to hear about someone, it was another for him to just appear infront of you, real as rain.
Jamala could only appreciate the moment, a pained happiness splayed across his features, dual-coloured eyes softening from a long pain. This would be good enough, he thought internally. To retire here, and build himself up for the future would be fine, as long as he had Kijibwa - whether or not the old brute looked like he was ready to take the next step, mortally. "Whether or not she's here, Kijibwa, Roho and I have decided to stay here for awhile. It's home to me, and I'd like to stay with someone I'm comfortable with - if you'll have me."
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 7:03 pm
He stared openly, his mind reeling as he tried to focus in on how to most appropriately react but it just wasn't going to happen. He managed a smile when Roho commented on how Ekevu looked like him, and how she had heard about him- he doubted it very much, at least he doubted that Ekevu would have said anything about him or Siku but maybe Jamala..
"It's a pleasure to meet you," he said, managing a sad, tired smile at Roho and looking to Mala when he asked to stay, "I would like for you two to stay. Hiba- he'd like that." He thought sadly of Hiba, who'd tagged along with his sad old dad.. he could probably use some more cheerful company. Especially since Kijibwa just didn't know what to do next.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 6:45 pm
Nodding with ferver, Mala didn't have much else to say about the matter, content to know that at least something was left for him in this world to enjoy, without worrying where to go next. Thumping his tail softly on the ground he regarded his father figure with a small sense of content - feeling that he hadn't felt this way in a while. After a long moment's pause, he finally laid down next to his old friend - with a big whump sound, as the air escaped from under his body and long, large wings - he regarded his daughter, the weight of his journey finally taking it's toll on the god's body.
"Hiba?" piped up a few moments later from the youthful lioness, her bright eyes glancing up at her grandfather. Being an only child, in a small family, Roho had never been with another her age, who had shared even a little of her bloodline with her. Knowing that she could possibly learn more about the family that she had, until now, known little about, it renewed her energy, looking around the jungle with a new interest.
"I-I think I'm gonna go look around a little more. O-Okay?" she questioned, barely giving them any time to retort, on her feets already.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 7:29 pm
"Hiba is my son, your uncle," he said, addressing Roho with a small smile. Perhaps she had not overheard everything from her hiding spot, she didn't seem to have caught some of it. He thought of telling Mala about the others, of Sivu, Cheshi, Dayo, Koya and Taji.. of Khepri. But he couldn't think about them, once he started to think he'd start to wonder, start to worry. He didn't know where any of them were now, none except for Hiba. Learning of Kev's disappearance was hard enough.
He opened his mouth to answer when Roho took her leave, turning to wander off without giving him time. He closed his mouth again, watching her go and reminded so of her mother it was almost painful. But he didn't look away until she was off, then he looked to Mala sorrowfully.
"What am I supposed to do now?"
Mala was young, he seemed OK.. and he was a god, even without Ekevu he must have had some purpose, didn't he? What would Kijibwa do now, though?
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 7:47 pm
Smiling weakly, Jamala watched his not-so-little-anymore little girl ramble off, looking in her direction for a few moments longer than normal, his thoughts lingering a little from his laying position, of memories long past, and how much he missed this place. It was always nostalgic - whether he wanted to remember or not.
But this was a place that he felt the most at home, the calmest of the storm. So this is where he would be for now, beside the last sliver of his younger, happier him, that he had left.
Hearing the soft voice of Kijibwa again, his gaze found it's way back from where ever it had been for the moment, dual-coloured eyes peering at the dark elder with curiousity, and a small streak of sadness - the vision before him a pitiful example of the once grand and proud Kijibwa that he had met when was a younger, stupidier god.
"I . . ." he started, watching his words the best that he could. "I am not sure. I was hoping I could answer that question, myself, if I came here. But all I hear when I try to listen is silence." he mused, before shaking his head, and putting on the best smile that he could muster up.
"I think the best you can do, is just try to be yourself. It . . it hurts a lot, I know. I've only felt a speck of sorrow in comparison to you . . . All I can do is offer up my companionship, and Roho's," he trailed off, looking in her direction once again, before looking back. "Whether she likes it or not, for you. It may not be much, but it may help to find those that we know and love to comfort us in our darkest time." he had to have hope, right?
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 8:12 pm
There was a long pause before Kiji did or said anything else, and the first thing he did was sigh. Just try to keep going, that was basically what he was doing now.. but it was increasingly difficult, increasingly hopeless. He couldn't be himself without Siku. But.. for being in good company.. he had Hiba, now he'd have Mala and Roho.. and it was a comforting thought but for him to have them, they were stuck with him. And so he did not verbalize his doubts but kept them to himself.
"I am glad you're both here."
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 8:21 pm
Despite the heavy atmosphere, Jamala's smile could only soften even more at the words that followed his statements, the warmth that he remembered from a younger Kijibwa's voice lingering in the tone, here and there - just barely noticable.
Feeling even the lowest part of his soul calmed by the welcome home of sorts, he exhaled what felt to be the longest held breath he'd ever had, before lidding his eyes a little, looking forward.
"Glad to be home."
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