[PRP] Third First Meeting

[Tisiphone]

Boma'madini had been wandering, she wasn't too keen on much else lately, she found the mortal realm to be intriguing but also terrifying, when mortals saw a lioness with antlers they jumped to too many conclusions and wanted to ask you about it. Why couldn't mortals just be understanding? The thought of glamoring herself seemed ridiculous as well, why should she hide who she is. Little kid logic sometimes was flawed.

Boma pranced in the direction her feet told her to go, bounding around boulders, and tumbling through snow drifts. The realm of the gods was in general a whole lot cooler anyway. Boma had no inclination that her feet actually had a destination in mind..err.. paw. The little gray goddess tumbled through a snow bank, using her horns to barrel through it, and appeared on the other side, just to the left of Mtima'safi.  

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Boma'madini's attention turned from the white precipitation around her feet and turned to the white and yellow goddess as she heard her name being called. Pounding over, practically at a hop she looked at the larger female with more than mild curiosity.

"You know my name? Are you the goddess of names?" She blinked and then giggled, that seemed rather silly to be the goddess of.

"I don't know you." Boma said dumbly, in a childlike manner head tilted, "Who are you?"  

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"Oh," Boma didn't know too much about what souls actually were, but knew that everyone had one so they must be something that was very important. It however didn't help the juvenile understand why the other knew her name.

"My name is Boma'madini," she said, "But you already knew that!" She giggled again, "you're very pretty Mtima'safi."

"Are those butterflies?" That question might seem rather familiar to the other goddess, "Are they yours? Doesn't the snow bother them?"  

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"It would be so nice to have someone to hang out with me like that, and you have three!" She watched as they settled back down on the yellow goddess. "Sometimes it is very, very boring being all by myself."

"Are you alright, Mtima?" She shortened the name given, hoping that the other goddess didn't mind. Mtima seemed like she was very far away. For a moment Boma thought she might have disturbed the goddess of souls, but she had called to the little mineral goddess.
 

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The little dappled lioness looked confused, her head tilted to the side as Mtima spoke. They knew each other before. That was quite ominous wasn't it? Boma'madini knew that there was a before, that she had lived many lifetimes, but she had no recollection of that lifetime, when thinking about it, it made her very sad and that was it.

"Before," the word was spooky, and shivers rolled down her spine. "I'm sorry I do not remember. All I think of when I remember then is that it was sad, I don't know anything else."

"Was I the same as now, before?" That was a very vague question, it could mean anything, but Boma was more curious about looks, had she had the terribly itchy lichen? "Were we friends? Did we play?"  

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Recognize her soul, that was something that seemed just as pretty to Boma as the other goddesses' appearance knowing someone would know her just by looking at her, no matter the lifetime. If the juvenile had known the word poetic, she would use that adjective.

"Can we be friends now?" She beamed brightly, there wasn't anyone she played with regularly, "I can be a good friend, I'll try really hard."

"Snow forts are really fun! But sometimes, I am afraid they will fall on me." She didn't like being closed in, she wasn't sure why either, it just wasn't right to have something so close around her.

Her topics bounced around like that of a child, she wanted to be friends, and wanted to know only a little bit about the before time.

"Did I have the itchy stuff then?" The gray lioness shook her rump to point it out. the green itchy stuff; it only itched sometimes, and most times she forgot the lichen was even there. "Did I have beautiful wings like you?"  

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Boma hopped in place and looked back at Mtima, that was wonderful she had a friend! Someone that knew the spooky before, and someone who would know her in the now.

"Gemstones?" Boma'madini's voice was low and in awe, and then she whispered the word "wings." She'd seen gods some with wings, some with horns, and all sorts of accessories.

In awkward child fashion she stumbled out, "I'm happy we're going to be friends. Thank you." She remembered something about you should have manners, and say thanks for stuff.