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Kijinga had a hard time listening to her mother. at first, when she came back to the thicket, she felt guilty, as though she should have not returned. but now, she felt the need to want to just walk away. it was almost like...she didn't want to be with them. she loved her mother...father....and siblings, but....she just couldn't stay with them. she found herself peering out into the outskirts of the thicket again. thinking about the small amount of info she got from her mother 'there is alot out there' she knew there was. she knew that there was more lands, more creatures.....many new things...but she wouldn't be able to ever see it in here...it would take forever for her to grow, till she could venture off without getting into trouble........she growled softly as she looked to her siblings. now feeling anger, why did she feel guilty at the begining? when she first came!? she had no reason! they too were going to go off....like herself...there was no reason.....none.....

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Kavuasi's ears flattened against his skull as the soft pnt of Hestia's landing reached them. He twitched visibly, then turned his head, narrowing his eyes in a glare at the ugly black bird that had seemingly appeared from nowhere. Of course, he would have realized she had flown there, had he taken the time to think about it for a moment. Instead of thinking, he stood, his neck hairs bristling.

"Who're you?" He growled, rolling his shoulders back. "This is Firekin land, don't you know. You're trespassing."

Kijinga looks over quickly as the bird lands on the ground. her expression quickly changes as she looks. her eyes widen That bird! she shifted her weight as her eyebrows narrowed ...that bird... a low, very low, growl is emitted from Kijinga's throut as she looked at it. she remembered how the bird and herself spoke. it was.....lets say not a very good impression on kijinga's part, but she at least saw another animal on her venture. she crouched over, peering up at the creature, slightly amazed, and angered. she sat, watching the bird. W-why....was it here?

Kafara turned. Pulling away from Kavusai, she stared at the bird, observing every inch of it, committing it to memory. She stayed as still as she could, watching all the while with that far-off look in her yellow eyes. . .

Her mother did not seem pleased with the bird.

Hestia. That was what her mother had dubbed the creature. Hestia. She would have to remember that. Kafara had learned since infancy that watching and waiting always paid off. Unlike Kavusai, Kimeti, and Kijinga, she stayed calm and she continued to stare at the bird.

She was curious, just as curious as her siblings. But she wanted to learn more, and the best way to learn was to listen.

The newcomer's beak twists, strangely, and her eyes glitter. "Afternoon, Kinja." There's a slight emphasis on the name, and her voice drips sultry sarcasm. Her gaze briefly slips over the surrounding children, and she chirps softly, somewhere in the back of her throat, hopping forwards a few feet to inspect the children at closer range, wings pulling back to rest against her sides.

"Your children are growing, I see." The statement is said with wolfish pleasure. "Not a one lost to sickness or predators yet - I congratulate you. Introduce me, if you'd be so...kind." If Hestia could purr, she'd be purring...there's definately something cruel and deathly cheerful about her manner. Her head turns towards Kavuasi, chortle dropping from her beak. "Saucy thing, aren't you? What's your name, kitten?"

Kwana snarled right back, tail lashing behind her. How DARE he speak like that to her!? Anyone with half a brain could see that this bird was important, lesser creature though it may be, and here he was making a complete fool of the lot of them! Kwana's scathing reply was cut short when her brother answered Hestia. After a short while, she relented and sat, watching through narrowed eyes, more than happy to see her brother make a fool of himself once more.

Typical males.

Though she was quite attached to her brothers, Kafara would never have stood up and snapped at Hestia in an attempt to be bold and foreboding. She, like Kwana, watched, though not for the same reasons.

Kafara was not jealous of Kavusai in the slightest, even though she knew that Kwana was. Kafara could sense the animosity, the hatred, between the two all too easily. Kwana hated Kavusai because he was heir, even though she was the oldest. Kavusai hated her for hating him.

And so they bickered.

Kafara watched.

Kafara always watched.

"Interesting names," Hestia says, not bothering to look at Kinja until she views each of the children in turn. However, she seems intent on keeping Kinja's real identity a secret - even from her children. It wouldn't do to have them know.

Pointedly, one eye twists back towards the lioness, wickedly dark. "To fulfill our deal, of course, my dear. You didn't think I'd forget, do you?"

"Two cubs...their futures decided will be...until the land of flame and fire is swept clean," she says, in a singsong, odd voice. Her expression is vague, as if she were concentrating hard on...something else. "So it has been decided." And, at that, she hops lightly to the side, to approach the children.

Ignoring Kimeti's statement, she snaps out at the cubs, collectively: "What do you know about your goddess? Your religion?"