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Kwana allowed herself a smug smirk when Kavu didn't answer, and even flashed Kimeti a faint smile in thanks for his support. However, she gave up attempting to remember the names with the bird's next question. "The Goddess does exist." That was not debatable. The cub shot a quick glare to those who disagreed, then continued. "Rogues are there merely to serve us, they just don't know it yet. We have to...teach them. Mistweavers are weak and stupid." On this, she actually agreed with her brother. "Water worshipers... Pah, they're pathetic. Their lands will be ours someday, I'm sure. I'm surprised they aren't already. Grandfather must be weak." The cub wasn't sure if this statement were treason; how could it be, if it was true? Either way, she didn't think she was in any danger right now, and she knew mother wouldn't tell.

Well, one was easy to chose; or not so easy. Because of the questions asked, the bird finds herself in a bit of a quandry. Devotion is one thing - intelligence another. All depends on a choice...

The black sparrowhawk glances up at Kinja, eyes glinting. "I've made my choice," She says, flatly, before hopping over closer to the lioness - and speaking softly enough that the children nearby cannot hear. "The girl - Kwana - shall be the heiress." A glitter of eyes. "Make sure she's taught well." But not too well. Hestia's confident that Kinja's attitudes towards her new pride will allow the cub to remain slightly distanced from the pride - and the pride's religion.

Her eye rolls to Kavuasi. "And I will take that one for my own purposes. Explain to him that he's to come with me, and say your goodbyes. I shall be back in a few minutes to collect him." With that, the female dips her head, ironically, to the children. "Learn your lessons in religion well, my brood - outsiders are not to be trusted. There are those out there that will come to challenge your privilaged position in life - and you will soon learn that the desert cannot support very many, my princes and princesses." She takes off again, in a 'whoosh' of feathers, to land nearby on a dune-hill; watching, always watching...and waiting, expectant.

Kinja looked at Kavu, tears brimming in her eyes as she padded over to him and pulled him into an embrace. She couldn't believe that Kavu would be going, the thought of loosing him, or any of her cubs was horrific and there was nother she could do. Wait...there was something.

With tears running down her face she looked up to where HEtia had dissapeared. What if she refused to give him up? Well, one thing for certain she would loose her identity as Kinja and become Kimondo agian and loose her life with Kiu, maybe even her life. But she would easily sacrifice herself for her cubs.

Kimeti looked at his mother, KAvu and then Kwana. What was going on? AS he sat and pondered the whole thing stuff began to piece together before clicking. His brother would be leaving to start on a new journey while his sister would have a life chosen for her as the heir and he, Kimeti would be stuck in Limbo as nothing more than a mere Prince, unable to do anything but hide behind the beliefs of his pride unless he did something about it.

((Bwah! Sorry! I'm here. Mom took the computer away until our house was clean. Which it isn't, but we're both tired. xD; ))

Motomilia had cowered beside her mother the during the entirity of the hawk's visit. There was something about the bird she didn't like, made only more real by her final words. What did she mean, she would take her brother? What would happen to him? What about him becoming heir, and eventually King to the Firekin Pride?

It all confused and astounded her. Looking up at her mother's eyes, she noticed tears trickling down her face -- which only upset her more. Whimpering, and with tears brimming in her own eyes, Motomilia ducked into Kinja's embrace, huddling as close as she could to her mother's and brother's bodies.

Whispers, secrets; Kwana frowned. Something important was being said, she knew, but exactly what, she had no idea. The bird had looked at Kavu... Kwana surpressed a scowl, sinking down on her haunches. Whatever was said would concern Kavu. She was made doubly sure of the fact when Kinja returned to them--and went straight to Kavu. Well, this obviously didn't concern her any longer. Yawning boredly, Kwana stretched out, watching her whining brother out of the corner of her eye. Not so brave now, eh, Kavuasi..? Now that you're in the spotlight...

The black sparrowhawk looks up, expression dangerously quiet. She doesn't move from her spot on the dune, but rather waits for Kinja to come to her, head ducked slightly, like a vulture's. She says nothing as the lioness comes up to her - merely watches, as the daylight seeps away. Night is soon to come, and Hestia is impatient to be off.

Kafara no longer needed words.

She padded softly forwards, and cuddled up against Kavusai's other side. She didn't know what was going on, but she did know that she loved her brother. Yes, loved. She loved him. Very, very much.

And he needed her.

She didn't need to tell him that it would be alright. She didn't even know if it WOULD be alright. All she knew was that he needed love, and love was the one thing that she could give him.

Even if it was only for a little while, she'd help him escape.