[ignore date, this was edited over a duplicate log in 2018]
A butterfly was fluttering across the plains, bearing the colors of orange and black. A typical monarch, but to the feline with the bright green eyes, this was a fascinating site. She watched in awe, wanting to pounce the creature in flight, but also wanting to forever gaze at the way its legs had not needed to be on the ground like hers.
She wanted to do that. Looking on her back, she sighed slightly. “Don’t have those.” She blinked, turning herself around.
Hey, where did that lion go she had been with just moments ago? He was that of a darker pelt, with…some type of markings? Sehemu wracked her brain for vivid images, but only came across shadows of the past. At least she could remember his name! Mito! If someone else said his name out loud, she might remember what he exactly looked like, but as for now, the dark female looked around the area she currently occupied. That male was just here, she knew it!
At least, she thought he was just here…What was she talking about, of course he was here! She was /just/ talking to him! They were going to play a game!
Weren’t they?
This seemed to always happen to Sehemu. She would find someone to talk with, play with, and then they would just, disappear on her! It was like she carried the plague or something! Sighing, she didn’t give up her search. “Mito?” She called out, her green eyes gazing around the area. “Mito where are you?” No answer. The sun was setting. Wasn’t this the place the male always said he had been? Or was it over there? She gazed to the right, spotting a large rock formation in the distance.
“Hmm…” She murmured. “What’s that?” She trotted towards the large rock formation, finding it to be further in distance than she would have expected. It was as if she completely forgot she was searching for the adult lion she had claimed was just here! “That’s pretty.” She stated, wanting to go further, but changing her mind, sitting and just staring. “I’ll go there one day…”
Maybe.
If the lioness could actually remember that she actually said that.
Smiling to herself, the lady lifted herself off the ground, stretching slightly. There was no one around to play games with her. She had a lot of fun with beetles, but even they were casted out of the area. Her dark body moved silently across the land, away from the rock formation and past what looked to be a forest.
“Whoa…what’s that?” He eyes widened, obviously never seeing (or remembering) a forest. To step in there would be an adventure, but remembering she was in there would be a challenge. “Let’s go!” She grinned, moving towards an opening, before stopping right at the edge.
“Wasn’t he following me?” She was back on the subject of the male. “We were going on a walk…” The elemental lioness was desperately confused now. “He’s playing tricks on me, I know it!” At least she remembered who she was talking about. “Fine, if he wants to be like that, then let him!” She grumbled, stalking away from the forest she was about to enter.
But her mood instantly changed. A bug was flying across her view, the colors of orange and black. “Wow…that’s pretty.” She murmured to herself, watching the butterfly she had seen earlier in awe.
This went on and on in the constant loop of the mind. Beady eyes watched from the trees above, a continuous clicking sound erupting from its beak as feathers began to ruffle.
”Wow…that’s pretty! the lioness had stated again. This was the final straw for the bird. With a huff, she swooped off her perch, landing on the ground. Green eyes shifted from the butterfly to the bird. “Oh. Hi there!” Sehemu greeted. “Where did you come from?”
“Do you realize how many times you called the butterfly pretty?” The white avian asked, quirky an eyebrow at the lioness.
She seemed to be a little lost in thought at the bird. “Um… What Butterfly?” It was at the moment, the monarch flew by her green eyes. “Wow.. That’s pretty!”
“Something’s wrong with you.” Gwenhwyfar muttered, causing the lioness to focus her attention on the bird again. “Oh. Hi there! I am Sehemu.”
Gwen's head tilted. Did the lioness seriously not remember her being here at her feet this entire time? “Hi there, Sehemu. What are you up to?” She decided to try a different approach in her words. “Out for a stroll?”
“Uhm… Yeah. I think at least.” Sehemu watched the bird before gazing around. The butterfly was long gone. She sighed, knowing there was something that was just missing in her mind, but she did not know what. When her head turned back, she noticed the feathered friend at her feet. “Oh. Hi There! I’m”
“Sehemu.” Gwen finished. “And I am Gwenhwyfar.” This lioness did not have the best memory it seemed. “What are those feathers around your neck, Sehemu?” The goddess in disguised asked in regards to the yellow tail feathers strung around the dark lioness’s neck.
The lioness hummed, staring down. “Oh. This is from…Michai, my bird friend. He flew off awhile ago.” She frowned, trying to remember the exact reason for her friend to have left her. It hurt her head thinking about it, so she shook it, leaving a small film of dust from her forelock.
“Michai?” Gwen had not heard that name before, but she wasn’t too familiar with these parts of the lands. “Want to go look for him?” The white avian asked.
“Really?”
Well, it was little progress. It seemed like if Gwen can get her mind on one thing, then she would not be in the constant loop as before. “Sure.” There was something about Sehemu though that drew the bird towards her. Part of the bird felt sorry for the utterly confused lioness. It wouldn’t take long for someone to come in and take advantage of her.
“Tell me about yourself, Sehemu.” Maybe if she kept her talking, then she would figure out what was going on with her.
“Well…I don’t remember much…but…” and the story unfolded. Gwenhwyfar learned about a pride that were filled with avian and lion counterparts. They lived in harmony, working with each other rather than against. The Falcon nodded every now and then, listening from the back of the lioness as night fell. When Sehemu quieted, the white bird took the moment to fly off her back, right in front of her. “Great story, Sehemu.”
“Oh. Hi there!”
Gwen groaned. This would take a while.
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