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Gods. Sebor hadn't really believed in them, although she did know others worshiped them devoutly. Her feelings on gods had just recently changed, having met one, and now she wondered how many others there were, and if there were any that might be called upon to help her cause. She loved the Stormborn, she really did, but the way they treated females as a whole disgusted her. Sebor was a tough lady and wasn't afraid to speak her mind, but she had realized after joining that what would normally cause a male to back of just made them laugh here. It was infuriating, and she wanted to see something done.

She'd have to wait, though. Sebor was a patient female, willing to wait and reap the rewards when they were ready. There were those she had spoken to, a few males and some females, that felt the same way she did, that things weren't right, but that wouldn't act on their thoughts. They were content to go on if only to avoid punishment or banishment. Things never changed without a bit of pain, and while Sebor was willing to endure it, she couldn't do this alone. She needed some friends on her side.

That was her mission today. To find a friend, someone that was strong and wouldn't take lip from a male just because they had a mane. She set her sights on the watering hole, hoping that there would be someone there to meet and befriend.

Sebor heard the commotion before she saw it, her ears perking up in surprise at the language that was being used. While she wasn't adverse to a curse or two here or there, whoever was speaking had a particularly foul mouth. When she finally spotted the culprit, she noticed the object of the lioness's attack slinking away. Brows raised, Sebor headed in the direction of the brown female, curious now.

"That was certainly a verbal beating," she commented as she got closer. Although strong language was something she felt was only needed sparingly, the fact that the female before her had chased off a male of this pride without so much as a claw being exposed impressed her greatly. She hadn't been able to instill so much as an ounce of respect from the males that she had tried to talk to.

"Either he's a rather horrible Stormborn or you're a very fine one," she added, sitting down a few paces from the lioness to let her drink if that was what she chose to do. "Would you indulge me and inform me which it is?"

Sebor's interest was peaked considerably as the other female said she was a Reaver. She hadn't met a female to carry that title yet, and now here she was. Perhaps this was a gift from the god she had met just a few days prior, even though he had said he didn't know anyone that might have been able to help in her cause.

The offer to move was met with a quick shake of her head. "No, please, don't move on my account. I'm perfectly fine here," she said, holding the brown female's gaze. "Forgive my ignorance, but I'm still rather new here. I was under the impression females couldn't be Reavers."

She settled down, ready to listen to the explanation. It was clear this female didn't take lip from anyone, which was similar to Sebor, but the difference was she was actually respected. Sebor doubted it was the language she chose to use and rather her past that backed up her bite, which she didn't have, unfortunately. Having only joined a few moons prior, she was still a no-name here.

"Sebor, by the way," she added after a pause.

Sebor was very, very interested with what Dis had to say. Females could be reavers? It just seemed to take a lot more work than it did for a male. That was of little matter to her, she would do whatever it took to gain respect.

Her strong language made Sebor snort in amusement, although she could tell Dis had been here long enough for the annoyance to be real and valid. She herself had been here for long enough to know that this attitude would get old quickly, but perhaps with the grit Dis showed she'd be able to strive on.

"So females used to be treated with respect...that's curious," she murmured softly. "How long ago was that?" From the way Dis spoke it seemed to have been before anyone here was born. This Njal...Asban had mentioned him as well, and laughed when she said she wanted to speak directly to him. It seemed he was the root of this little problem. Surely he could be spoken to and have some sense knocked into him.

Well. Maybe not knocked. He was in charge after all.

"Ladylike...the males here all wear their manes so fancy it's a wonder they don't wish to soil them with blood and dirt," she said with a quiet snort. "I think they need to step back and take a look at what they're saying."

Sebor sniffed softly at the idea of being respected by not being allowed to do anything other than sweep the den floors with her tail and produce cubs. Hardly respectful in her opinion. Still, she knew she was outnumbered here, so it wasn't likely to change any time soon. The fact that Dis had similar feelings was encouraging for her, though.

"I see. So it wasn't too long ago," she murmured softly. Perhaps she could figure out who had mothers who would go out and see how they felt about this whole 'den mother' approach to females. Unfortunately, to really get a foothold into the pride, she needed to do just that. Have some cubs, raise them to be Stormborn, strong and fierce, but with an understanding of why lionesses should be allowed to do things lions could.

"Still. Rather frivolous of them," she said with a little flick of her tail. That wasn't the matter at hand, though, so she pressed on. "So, how did you go about becoming a reaver? I suspect it was not easy. Did you have to muscle your way into being allowed to do things, or did you just do them and no one stopped you?" It was important for her to learn how to go about achieving the same title as Dis. She didn't want to be cooped up in the pride forever.

Sebor listened intently, nodding just a bit. All brothers...she knew what that was like. Granted, she hadn't stuck around her family for long, but she did know the 'joys' of being the only girl. Still, it had helped her grow up tough and quick, and she wouldn't have had it any other way.

"There's female captains?" she asked, the surprise clear in his voice. "They do a very good job hiding away from me, then," she muttered, tail flicking back and forth in mild irritation. She could only find the stuck up males, it seemed, or the spineless females, with Dis as an exception.

"Well, I'll certainly work on proving myself," Sebor finally said, lifting her head to gaze at the other female, a little smirk on her face. "Like hell I'll lay around and be content with my status as freeborn. If you find yourself rising in the ranks to become a captain, keep me in mind. I would gladly follow one like you into a fight or out for a viking."

Sebor frowned slightly as Dis corrected herself. Past tense, then, there used to be female captains. She wished for a moment she had been born a few generations ago to enjoy life under the old leader. It seemed like the Stormborn had been the perfect place just a generation or two ago.

Shaking her head, she turned her thoughts to happier subjects. A grin spread across her face again at the offer and she nodded just a bit. "I'd like to spar with a lioness of your caliber, if only to learn what it takes to make it here. I'll certainly take you up on that offer sometime."

Not wanting to overstay her welcome, she bobbed her head in farewell and turned to go. She felt as though she'd made a connection with Dis, as far as what females should be able to do if not how males styled their manes. She could learn a lot from the brown female, she thought to herself as she moved away from the water. And just as she was hungry for respect, she was hungry for knowledge.

FIN