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After discovering his muse, Circe, rarely a day went by that Dvija was found without the pretty little bird. Today was a day like any other, and the big lion made his way through the jungle that was his homeland. Circe was perched on his shoulder, singing a sweet little song that made little sense but amused Dvija none-the-less.

Circe's song mingled with a soft hum, and Dvija's ears perked at the sound. Circe quieted as well, her eyes narrowing. She was oftentimes protective of Dvjia -- she did consider him as belonging to her, after all, and she played the part of muse without compare.

"Shh, Circe," Dvija said, and the bird rolled her eyes. She'd already silenced her song before he'd made mention of it.

"I hate it when you tell me to do something I've already done," the bird groused.

"I'm sorry, Circe," Dvija said softly as he often did when the bird grew annoyed by him. He narrowed his eyes as he peered out into the jungle. Had he seen something move? He was certain he had.

"You're always sorry, Dvija," Circe complained, oblivious to the fact that they didn't appear to be alone, "and yet you never stop telling me to do things that I've already done." She peered at him in slight annoyance, her feathers ruffling with indignity.

Dvija didn't reply, distracted by what he thought might've been the outline of a lioness crouched tight to the ground. He took a few more steps closer, slowly so as not to frighten the female. Yes, there she was. He could see her now.

"When you tell me to do things that I'm already doing it makes me not want to do them anymore."

Sometimes Circe could really get on his nerves. He felt bad when he was irritated by her, but she was just as bad as ... he didn't know... something that was bad. And annoying.

He knew the lioness had seen him when she swallowed visibly. He offered her a soft smile. She reminded him a little of the sky -- her colors were pretty. "I mean you no harm," he said softly, hoping his words would coerce her out from her hiding spot. She was deep within the boundaries of the pride which meant she likely lived here, as well.

Circe chittered grumpily, tugging on a piece of Dvija's mane. She was still clueless about the third party they'd stumbled upon.

"Of course you mean me no harm," she clacked her beak, "I am your muse, after all."

Circe screeched and launched herself from Dvija's shoulder, her wings providing the lift that carried her into the trees. She perched nervously on a low branch and peered at the lioness she just now realized was there.

"Dvija, why didn't you say anything?!"

Dvija ignored her blatantly, his eyes resting on the pretty lioness before him.

"I am Dvija, son of Laf'lari and Rai. We are a part of this pride." He paused for a quick second before following up his statement with, "And what is your name?" He decided it was best not to question her final comment.

"Nili," Dvija grinned at the lioness. "It's a pretty name. That there is Circe. My muse," he continued, watching Nili carefully while he gestured at the bird. She was pretty and reminded him of a cool morning near the sea. She was also skittish, and Dvija didn't want to push her to interact if she did not wish to.

"I am on my way back home," Dvija commented, tilting his head towards the central pride area, "if you'd like to join me on a walk tonight, you are welcome to do so. If not, perhaps we could meet again. I would like that," he chuckled, looking a little sheepish.

Circe flew back down to land upon Dvija's shoulder, and she watched the lioness shrewdly. She wasn't sure what to make of Nili, and so she decided it would be best to keep her beak closed for the time being. Maybe later she would cluck at Dvija, but for now she would be patient and see how things played out.