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 Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 9:57 pm
Boma lowered her paw but would not face Mtima, what more could be said that was not already stated? The sisters had died, the son survived and he would be safe with his father, and with of course the great pride. Her heart pounded and she could feel that she would probably never lay eyes on her child again.
Musing for a moment she thought on the pradicament, it would be hard for him to remember her, and probably best that he did not..but she wanted him to know that she did care, that she had thought long and hard about keeping him and could not. She stepped back making sure she was out of the Goddess's and cubs way and extended her gold wing gently bringing it forward, she plucked a feather from it, the pain of loosing a feather nothing compared to the pain in her heart and soul. Turning she did the same procedure on the other side.
"Could you..could you give them to him when he's older..? They're quite sharp," she glanced up quickly and then back down.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 10:06 pm
Mtima frowned despite the cub held in her mouth, hoping she got through to her friend on some level. With a gentle shake, she stretched out her wings and formed a nest similar to that of Boma there for the cub to cuddle in. The only difference would be that she had actual feathers that would be easier to cuddle into.
With her mouth free once more, she was able to reply.
"I will," she replied, looking to admire the feathers. The small one would not have a name from his mother, but instead some small part of her. She knew how much feathers could mean to someone- for certainly the feather from Wahabu's god-friend meant a great deal to him.
The cub suddenly found himself somewhere warm and snuggly again- it was not the same, that was for sure, but it was something. He no longer felt the cold, but he was not sure he felt the same comfort he had before. Something definetely had happened, and he still couldn't even begin to imagine what it was. He squeaked his distress, but found it to be almost pointless. It was getting tiring, to squeak so much.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 10:13 pm
She set the feathers down and turned, if she turned back she would take him from his feathery nest, adn she feared that by taking him he would die like his sisters. Boma walked, at a steady pace, each step away from her son leaving her heart a little heavier. She would need time to heal both mentall and physically from this birth.
"The earth will always be your guardian, I'll make sure of it," she whispered and hoped that the little pale cub would remember her at some level...even if he never saw her.
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 9:31 am
Mtima stood still and watched as Boma released the feathers and turned away. She really was going to leave, and now the soul goddess was left to figure out how exactly to tell a young lion that he had a son. She picked up the two metallic feathers and tucked them gently into the feathers of her own wing for now- safely away from the cub.
Now clinging to some soft feathers, the cub found his confusion to be of little importance in comparison for his desire to eat, sleep and be warm. He had no idea what was going on, but aside from food he seemed to be getting something right now. Unable to continue squeaking loudly, he settled for quiet murmury squeak.
The goddess took a moment to admire the small white cub nestled in her wings, he was so small and so beautiful. Boma had done very well, it was sad to know that he'd not have his sisters or his mother but unless she misjudged Kubwa, he would have a good father.
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