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Bagrat had been traveling along the trail himself, enjoying being out on his own and vaguely wondering if he should see about bringing his little sisters presents. While he was out and allowed to explore, they were home having 'visions' and being recorded by scribes all day, and part of him idly considered that it might be nice to get them something new to look at. On the other hand, he also did have other reasons to be out and about lately.

It might be his distracted thoughts or more interest in the scenery than his direction that led Bagrat out of a side section of the trees that really didn't look like part of the trail. There had once been a detour off the main trail in that section, leading to other places far and wide, but it had been abandoned to the undergrowth and for the most part no one even noticed it. He hadn't even realized the change in pace till he started getting jabbed by plants. This is why he needed to pay more attention, really! Extricating himself from this was going to be a problem.

When the lion DID manage to pull himself out of the brush and back onto some semblence of the path, it was definitely not where he'd been before. For one thing, he was now face to face with a light furred lioness and...a bird? Both of whom seemed very amused with their conversation.

"Oh, hello there." he greeted, standing a bit straighter and doing his best to not make it obvious he'd just made a very dumb mistake in walking.

Bagrat held in a small laugh at the bird's comment, shaking his mane a little both in answer to her question and to dislodge a few leaves. Not that one could tell since they were both green. "No, more likely I disturbed you. I took a wrong turn on the trail." he explained, keeping the information as simply as possible to make it not sound as silly as he'd felt when stumbling through the trees. "I really should have been paying more attention to where I was going."

Now that he wasn't surprised or confused, Bagrat had time to take in the lioness's appearance, what with her coat as bright as his and her decorations. Quite a lovely thing, really, and she seemed friendly, if that was one way to put it. Well, wasn't that convenient? He had initially come out to see about a female, hadn't he? His adoptive mother had an empty nest, and young males in the pride were expected to bring home some new blood, after all. Finding someone to charm, or at least practice charming was indeed a great fortune.

"I'm Bagrat, I come from the mountains. And what might your and your companion's names be?" he asked softly, a warm smile on his features.

"I quite understand. At home, the mountains and nearby forests don't make very good stories either." Bagrat agreed, nodding his head and thinking distastefully of the scenery his sisters had to look at day after day. "Not for those who live by them all the time, anyway. I'm sure stories of your home would be quite fascinating."

He chuckled a bit at Mwimbaji's flips. Jenson, the only bird that stuck around back in his home, would be apalled at this. Jenson was a ruffly gull who had flown down from Norway in a storm and was not at all the showy type. "I can see why he's your muse - Mwimbaji, you are much more interesting than any birds I know." Bagrat joked before his attention returned once more to the lovely feline's questions, "I am a good ways away, yes. This is my first time traveling since I was brought to the pride as a young cub. Most adults are supposed to come out from time to time to see about bringing in some new blood, and as a member of the Council, I need to set a good example."

"Ah yes. My mother is of high rank and I managed to meet a member of the Council to apprentice to because of her. I'm very new to the position." the young lion explained. He decided it was best to leave out that he had fought fang and claw to be allowed on the Council by his grandfather, Joto'Damu, was who kind of an a**. Thankfully, Bagrat had apprenticed under another member who was rather old and looking to retire soon, because he was sick of dealing with Joto and Sadiki's closed-mindedness. That really wasn't something this new female would probably care about - pride politics didn't seem her area of interest.

At her request, Bagrat's smile increased and he bowed some, stepping aside so she could step up by him and take a position on the path she might find most comfortable. "Certainly, that sounds wonderful." he agreed. She seemed interested, at the very least, and that was a positive.

The lion turned a little, chuckling quietly at Mwimbaji's antics. "I'll treat your friend well, I promise." he teased the bird, turning back to Safi with a grin, "Shall we?"

Bagrat quirked some at her giggles, grinning as he did. "I'm glad I amuse you." the lion joked in a bemused tone. He followed her in step, almost like dancing, along with her.

"Oh I am enjoying it. I'm trying to help make things better for the younger members of the pride." Bagrat explained with a vague flick of his tail. "Anyway, stories are a wonderful part of a life. My brother is a storyteller and artist in our pride. In the Intaba'umbikelzi, everyone has to have a job, it seems. A free pride like that does seem very fun at the very least."

The yellow male flicked his ears a little, "And how long have you been telling stories for your pride? Did you know very quickly that you wanted to do that?"

Bagrat nodded, leaning a little into her as well, though not enough to push his full weight on the lioness. Knocking her over would probably be a dumb move at this juncture. "I can understand not being born where you live and wanting to have a home to go back to." he replied with a soft nod. His home was one of the things he was most happy with, after all. It was almost easy to forget at times he hadn't always been with Kizuka - a time when she hadn't been Mommy and life had felt so much more horrible.

The male's eyes flicked to Safi's and a small smile, a new kind of smile, took on his feature.s "I think I can manage that, and maybe something more."