It wasn't very hard to tell when Elcca was up to something.

Disregarding the fact that subtly was a concept unknown to her, when Elcca was up to something, strange things started to happen. Objects went missing, weird lines got drawn in the sand, Yoan started losing feathers... it meant something, but whatever it was that it meant seemed to exist solely in the mind of the Motoujamii's most 'esteemed' seer. A mind that so often seemed to teeter between genius and madness.

About a mile from the pride, give or take a few feet, the bright red lioness stood in a semicircle of stones, her eyes focused on the pathways between them. Years ago, she'd heard of such a design being used to focus thoughts. It was only half succeeding.

"Or vrae ded I voes ku rums su vresa srek duvm...? " she repeated in the northern dialect. Even if there was anyone around who could have answered the foreign tongue, Elcca doubted they could have given her the answer she needed.

Only one person could do that.

Her tail twitched, and she dug another rut in the sand. Halfway through the design, she stopped. Then, she turned her head with a smile. "And here I thought I was alone," she said to no one.

At least, no one just yet.