[PRP] Moonlight Sonata. (Miakoda & Safi'bora)

[[Eskimo]]

Sundown was a time for some lions to sleep while others stayed awake. For Miakoda, it was definitely a time to be awake. An epiphany during her pilgrimage had awakened something within her at night under and by the power of a full moon, so when the moon stayed out...so did she. It was normal for many lions to sleep during the day, but she knew several others who found this to be unusual. Her family didn't share in her habit, and she wasn't really close with anyone else who did stay up at that time of night. The end result was a very young lioness staying up until dawn with no one to talk to. Whatever, she thought. She was who she was. This was her life now--part of who she had become.

Yawning, the lioness stretched out on the fat limb of a low-lying tree and basked in the moonlight. Boredom itched at her brain, but she pretended that she was having a great time. There. On a tree branch.

Alone...

Why'd she have to be so social, darnit?!  

[oo Ded]

[Eskimo]

The lion wasn't particularly used to being active during the nighttime hours, but Safi'bora was feeling restless. He couldn't quite say what it was, but something about this evening felt... enticing. The evening was cool and comfortable, only the faintest hint of a breeze brushing through the swamplands. The moonlight seemed to make things glow. It was a soft, ethereal look that gave the lion a feeling of depth. There was importance, here. Meaning. A serene sort of beauty.

Bright, lavender eyes brushed through the landscape. He wasn't used to wandering at this hour, and to be honest, he wasn't very good at it. Normally, Safi seemed rather composed as he walked. His posture would be held firm, his head high. Now... well, he tried his best.

The sight of a silhouette that seemed vaguely lion-like caught his attention. Safi drew his eyes upwards and squinted. It was... a lioness? He blinked, surprised and rather captivated. She seemed relaxed enough in this moonlit atmosphere. The scene, there was something poetic about it.

What wasn't so poetic, though, was the stumbling that came afterwards. Distracted, Safi found himself falling over a root into the muddy dirt below, a not-so-eloquent grunt escaping his maw as he fell.