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Norman looked over at Bynja in surprise, not expecting someone to stand RIGHT THERE. His ears swiveled a moment, listening to her words and still wondering... How had she snuck up on him? Not that it was particularly hard, though. He had no personal delusions about becoming a reaver, though he was sure his litter brother might. "How does a flower bleed..?" He shook his head, then leaned closer to her. "I heard this branch is in a state of war - the South!" Had he remembered that right...? He wasn't entirely sure he'd heard or remembered that right. Oh well, he'd figure it out eventually!

Gaved had sauntered over to the crowd on the principle that there had to be something interesting going on with so many lions gathered. He wasn't much of a fan of Ru, so he was pleased to hear that the rumors behind swapped had something to do with the outlander. He approached his cousin Brynja, trying to hear just she was saying.

Gaved probably misheard Brynja, but what he heard was I hear the bleeding Ru flower. What? His forehead wrinkled slightly as he processed this. It was garbled by the noise of the crowd, surely. And by that fool freeborn youth taking up Brynja's valuable time.

"Ru is a bleeding flower-blood!" Gaved said loudly, shoving his way through the crowd to Brynja. He grinned rather nastily at his cousin, pleased that she was willing to air her opinions so openly. "I agree, cousin." He ignored Norman, unproven whelps not generally being worth his time.

((Edit: Not going to be replying to this so please assume Gaved took his leave immediately after speaking to Brynja and did NOT have his a** clawed, as this was done without my consent. Feel free to continue without me! <3))

The younger lion gave a huff, ears laying back and eyes narrowing. Far be him from the demure and frightened ways of his mother... He may not feel he was Reaver material, but he was NOT going to take that kind of treatment lying down. Finding himself shoved behind Gaved, he found a prime opportunity to lift his paw, extend his claws, reach over, and p***k them on the older male's rear. "Wow, you seem to have FLOWERS in your head if you're shoving others around and IGNORING them like that, if you don't mind I was trying to have a conversation!" He started to retort more, when someone ELSE shoved into him. He was about to start berating them about how rude they were, too, when he saw the dark coat marked with cream, boldly framed by a honey-gold mane. He shrank a bit at the stern look Yu gave him, then swiftly tried to place his brother between himself and Gaved.

(Roll is a just-in-case of a greenlight from the mule for something heart If it's a no, I can use it on Norman during his next post xd )

Yu gave a snort of laughter. "It flows with the petals of many spring blossoms, Halvdan!" He shot Gaved a look, as if to challenge him to contest this claim with two lions instead of just one. "Only flower bloods would treat the youth of the pride with a cold shoulder, for the youth you shove today could be the one to dethrone your pride tomorrow." He looked back to Halvdan, ears pricking. "I understand Ru has... Small flowers, as it were..." Unfortunate affliction, it sounded like. He then spared a look at Norman. "By the way, pricking lions in the rear, especially those much LARGER than you, is NEVER a wise idea unless you know you have somebody backing you. I suggest you NOT do it again, or I'll be informing Mother and you'll be coddled until you die from the mortification."

The cream lion shrank down away from his brother, ears folded back. The scolding was right to the point and he scurried off around the crowd. He'd have to find someone else to talk to, leave the Reavers to their posturing... The young Freeborn, letting out a huff, finally turned to the first lion he came across. "I heard a lioness name Dosiza is looking for Ru... What do you know about that?" He had a curious mind, and he wanted to know who this Dosiza was. He couldn't really remember if he'd ever seen a lioness in the pride with a name quite like that.

Ghazaala - no her name was Kvinna now! - recognised another thrall in the crowd and made her way over to the dark coated lioness. She was pretty sure the lioness was named Aluka, but she didn't know enough about the pride or the lioness to guess whether that was the name she had been born with or if that name had been given to her by a lion in the Stormborn at some point, as Kvinna's name had been.

"Er, Aluka? Is it true? I heard the asylum."

She didn't know why she expected Aluka to know more than she did, but she thought she might as well ask. After all, Aluka was a less withdrawn sort of character and probably got to see more of the pride than Kvinna did, since one of Kvinna's primary duties was to stay near Voldemaras' den and tell others that he wasn't at home, even when he was.

Kvinna recognized the young freeborn from earlier, but it did not seem as though he recognized her. She was offended by being so invisible, but at the same time she knew that staying beneath the notice of the pride's freeborn lions was protecting her from meeting a fate similar to the one she'd observed a pretty soot-colored thrall suffering.

Explaining to the young freeborn she said, "I don't know much about what's going on, I'm afraid. But I'll ask someone else who might."

Now she addressed Aluka once more, though she was careful not to exclude the young freeborn from her conversation. "I thought that someone heard a. .. Search For Leone. Or Dosizi?"

(sorry, got a little distracted ;o; I think the event is fun!)

Oh, someone was talking to her! She turned to see a fellow thrall, one much more submissive than she. Kvinna seemed a nice lioness, and she wished her well. "What do you mean it's the asylum?" Aluka frowned, not understanding very well. "Is Aesir sending Ru away for his protection?" She theorized out loud. She shrugged at the next question, not hearing too well. "I don't know. You think Leo Dosiz?"

Oh, then some male was talking to them. She made a face and tried to nod in some respectful way. Aluka was a bold lioness, but she still reserved some caution around non-thralls. Especially with a timing like this! For once, even she had to accept it was time to lay low. "Ru's flowers have nothing to do with it." She didn't want to hear about his flowers. Whatever they were saying his flowers were!