Another day, another stealthy sojourn away from the den. Maji'chanua loved her family, but sometimes she felt so alone in wrestling with her visions. They came unpredictably, without warning, and they almost always left her drained and confused. Her siblings had the gift as well, she knew...it was part of what they were, as mortal children of that which was innately immortal. Her father was probably older than the oldest lion in the pride, older than the pride itself. And yet he never seemed old when he visited, but rather he was happy and kind. But all of that seemed to fall away when a vision struck her, and she longed for someone that might teach her something she could actually do with them. There were whispers, sometimes, of ghostly lions that inhabited the lands beyond the mountains...perhaps such spirits could help?
As of yet, however, she was still too young to dream of making such a trek alone. And so she passed her days, finding ways to amuse herself, weathering visions as they came, and trying to learn more of the mysterious Umande'mfuni.
