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Drifa was on the prowl. While she had the skill to make things like her mother, the lioness did not want to spend her whole life doing that and end up having BASTARDS. Her mother had done that, and it was not something that the young lioness thought was a good trade off. To avoid her mother's fate, Drifa had to find herself a husband. She was watching every male she saw, determining if they were available, if they were worthwhile, etc. She had come to the conclusion that the best husbands were not going to be bards, but Reavers or Captains.

Drifa did not want some silly male that was useless in a fight. Even SHE could fight, and those bards it was a toss up on if they could survive HER attacking them. She needed a strong male to give strong cubs, and so that was what she wanted in a husband. As she walked along, the lioness came past one of the most hardline Captains around. Alaric had a reputation, and while Drifa didn't think she had a chance, she would try anyway. "Hello, Captain." A simple start seemed best. It let her test his mood.

"My apologies. I assumed a lion with your reputation must be a captain not a Reaver." Drifa was hoping so very much she had not just offended the male. If she wasn't mistaken he seemed to be taking humor from it, that had to be a good sign. "I did not hit my head, I assure you. I am Drifa, daughter of Talaitha, Freeborn and crafter for the Stormborn." There was pride in her voice as she gave her mother's ranks, but there was regret in her heart that she could not give a father's name. No, she was a b*****d and that was not an amusing thing to be.

"You are quite the handsome Reaver, aren't you? And hear I was expecting some beat up old captain to have such a bit reputation... instead I'm seeing a strong, healthy Reaver. You are quite impressive." Drifa was laying it on a bit thick perhaps, but that was what she did. She tried to flatter her way into good graces when possible. Now if only she could use that as a snare for a husband. She was sure it had to be able to be done. Bards did it to females all the time, surely it should work on males as well.

Drifa winced. Well that has not gone well. She should apologize for the offense. She was not sure WHAT part of it had been offensive, but she certainly had dug herself quite a hole apparently. "Sorry, that did not come out as intended... I guess my charm needs work. You said you know my mother?" Maybe she could salvage this a little, maybe.

"I do a bit of crafting work as well, though I'm not as dedicated to it solely as my mother is to hers. Perhaps you would like something made sometime?" Drifa had a sinking feeling that she had really peeved this Reaver off and that had not been at all her intention. Maybe she should hang around some of the bards for lessons on flirting.

"I have taken time away from my crafting to search for a husband. I am a crafter most of the time, but a lioness really should think of the future as well. A strong husband to sire strong cubs is a decent goal in life. Besides, I cannot fight well enough to be a Reaver and that is discouraged these days." Drifa had actually thought about taking up Reaver, but she hadn't been old enough to take the challenge before things changed and she wasn't such a great fighter that she could whip enough people to make them LET her with the Warlord against it. She was much better at crafting anyway.

"My mother is so dedicated to her work it eats her life. I am not sure that is healthy." Drifa shook her head to herself and sighed. Her mother worried her sometimes. Thing was her mother had won a fight against a Reaver to get into the pride, why couldn't she see that was a good reason to find a strong husband and give the pride more strong blood? Crafting was much better as a occupation of ones time when their husband was not home than as the whole purpose of ones' life.

Drifa was glad that the male had not decided to strike out at her or some such for annoying him. He had continued the conversation that HAD to be a good sign. She would just play it safe and not try any charming again. "And if he keeps it up he may well lose that ability in the females... I mean many of us would have benefited from training while we were still young to build strength. I know only enough to defend myself if I must... My mother could have taught us more, but she did not see the use of teaching something we were not allowed to use. It is a shame."

"What do you think? Obviously you believe females can make good Reavers, but do you think that things will change back at some point or that there might be value in learning more on my own?" Not that Drifa new anybody that would teach her to fight. Her mother's friends that were Reavers were much to busy out on Vikings. It made her very upset really that the option WASN'T there for her. She didn't mind if she didn't get to be a Reaver, but she wanted the chance to do whatever she wanted. Perhaps this male would understand that at least.

Drifa nods to the lion's words. He seemed quite wise for his years, rather like her mother could be at times. "I hope things do change. I might like trying for Reaver if I were allowed to, but when one does not have the chance it makes it very hard to know if one really wants to do such." Maybe being more useful with combat would make her a better wife, who knew. It had to be better than trying to sit still crafting ALL day, or being harassed by bards. She really wanted to be useful to the pride, but the lioness was not sure how to do that without being a wife.

"My mother has a few friends among the Reavers... I'm sure I can find one to help me practice. I am rather glad I spoke to you, Reaver... You are a very sensible lion, which seems rare in the pride these days." Well, he might not be husband material, but he certainly was smart. "Would you object to my speaking to you again sometime?" The young lioness could certainly use another friend if nothing else came of this. Even her mother had friends among just about every rank. Being a crafter did have its uses, but it was not good for getting a husband.