[PRP] Do I know you?

[Tisiphone]

After what seemed like the hardest decision in Boma'burudi's life the goddess of minerals walked around familiar stomping grounds, the Pride Lands. Her Siamese-esque markings look pristinely clean because she had spent house grooming, her two toned metallic wings glimmer brighter than usual, and her gems sparkled in the son. A first impression was always a good one, especially when meeting a son. She headed in the direction Kubwa had told her..no told Dunia, Boma's mortal persona.

You can do this, she thought and took a deep breath, it wont be long, he will be happy to meet you, it wont matter, just do it. Her thoughts were paced to the rhythm of her step. And she fell into a pace lost in a sort of hypnotized state as she walked, oblivious to the world around her. He will be happy to know you, at least meet you.

She held back a shriek of frustration and tried to peer into the earth's thoughts trying to find a mineral or stone that would help calm her. There were no takers.  

[Tisiphone]

Boma had not noticed him yet, still walking in the trance-like walk, a slow steady march leading her towards her pale lover's home. She was not sure how far off she was, but that did not stop her feet from leading her to where she was going. Only when she saw something change in the corner of her eye did she stop and turn slowly as if in a dream.

The Goddess did not see the large lion that stood before her she saw the not-even-a-day old fuzzball she left with Mtima. He had clung to her tightly and whined when he was pulled from her fur. She blinked and instantly wanted to cry as he refocused and became the adult before her, he was growing, growing meant aging, and aging in Boma's two-toned eyes equated to dieing.

"Hello," she said in a raspy voice, barely able to squeak out the word.  

[Tisiphone]

His question caught her off guard and she inhaled sharply, a very mortal thing to do, and stepped towards him, "I'm assuming you know who I am then?" She spied two of her feathers around his neck and was elated to know that he at least knew of her, maybe even could make the connection that she was his mother.

"Your father is Kubwa, and I am your mother, I.."she paused and inhaled again, "I am Boma'burudi, and you look a bit shocked to see me." I'm here to make sure you are alive and well, alright? Say you hate me and help me get past this.

"You've grown..."  

[Tisiphone]

She stared her mouth slack in awe, he did not want her in the least it seemed. Her eyes searched over him trying to place this. Her emotions got the better of her in situations like this and she tried hard to hold back the anger that in her youth bubbled below the surface. Had she really left such a mess? Kubwa was young but seemed able to take care of one so young? This was Kubwa's fault, it had to be. She placed the blame on her lover denying her own involvement in the trouble. She left, that justified she was not responsible for his up bringing.

"I wanted to meet you, I've been searching for you, wanted to know what you were like." She offered the weak explanation, "I wasn't around, so you are this mad?" She thought about how Hewa had reacted, how he was frightened and assumed that Tetemeko would be spared this fear and anxiety because he did not remember her.

"You wear my feathers around your neck? But you're angry?" She stepped forward again.  

[Tisiphone]

His statement pulled at the strings of her heart making her wince when he added a but to the end of it. But, she had been gone too long and should give up, they were just feathers, she'd given two others one of them, he however was one of the only creatures to have two of them, a complete set.

"I can't say sorry because I don't regret my decision, I am selfish, I know that...but your upbringing.." it's not my fault, that's not apart of my job description I gave birth to you and passed you off, I was a vessel, Kubwa was both mother and father. "Was Kubwa's work, not mine. So how you feel reflects his judgment."

She sighed, no she would never come home for good, not to Kubwa, not to watch her lover wither away and her son after him, no. Leaving her second born had been hard and she knew she would not visit him, he truly was a mistake, one that should not have happened. Tetemeko was chance, Hewa was ignorance.  

[Tisiphone]

She did not back down like he did at his advance towards her, it showed weakness, a dominance issue. "It is natural for you to defend him," anger started to edge into her voice as she spoke, "I'm blaming him for not teaching you to respect your elders, especially a goddess." She worried about her temper but knew she would never harm Tete, he was her blood.

"Your father was young and naive like I am, things are different than they appear," she knew she could not explain what she really felt, that she was afraid to see him die and that was just how selfish she was, "I am sorry for insulting him, I love him more than you would think." She loved him a million times more than she understood herself, he was like her kryptonite, her weakness when it came to everything about her.

"I saw him before, from a distance," she quickly added, "He looks nice with such a full mane, and I also saw that he has thinned out and looks ragged, have you been tugging him around?" She tried to control the situation, tried to make it more light hearted, a goddess always trying to keep control was likely to lose it.  

[Tisiphone]

Boma growled exasperated they were both on two different different pages of the same book, both coming from two very opposite ends of life. She may have given birth to him but the only thing she saw of herself was his appearance and apparent temper.

"I am both, your elder and a goddess you should show respect too, do you treat your grandmother in this way?" she grunted at him harshly. "What do you know of love? Have you had to bury two daughters and a son? Loving someone so much and seeing them die..it is unbearable." She growled, "And one day you'll be burying Kubwa. Love is being there before and after death. Love is knowing you will always come back, and I came back. Maybe not in the way he would like, or would have liked for you. But, I came back. I wanted you to know that I cared...even if we are not on the same level of understanding about my caring." Tears welled and poured down her face, apparently some pregnancy hormones were left over because she had been ever emotional as of late. she was growling and muttering incomprehensibly trying to get a point across that was futile to be used as a valid point at all.